"Of sorts. I didn't want to use my old name on air."
"On air? We are not in the air?.."
"Oh, not like that. It's slang for when someone's live on a broadcast. I cohost a radio channel, and I didn't want to use my 'real' name when thousands of people were listening."
"People are listening? How? Are they in the trees?" He tilts his covered face to look up
"Not right now- at least, I don't think so. People listen to the radio all the time, though."
"What is a radio?" He asks yet another question, seeming not to understand a thing she is talking about.
"It's a device that can play sounds- often music and speech- even though the source of said sounds is a great distance away. In my case, we use it to give people warnings about when something bad is about to happen- and also music."
"Music.. like drums?" It asked curiously "The beating heart of drums and the screeching melody of the spinal cord?"
"...Yeah, kinda like that. A lot of people like the music segments of our broadcast."
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Of sorts. I didn't want to use my old name on air."
"On air? We are not in the air?.."
"Oh, not like that. It's slang for when someone's live on a broadcast. I cohost a radio channel, and I didn't want to use my 'real' name when thousands of people were listening."
"People are listening? How? Are they in the trees?" He tilts his covered face to look up
"Not right now- at least, I don't think so. People listen to the radio all the time, though."
"What is a radio?" He asks yet another question, seeming not to understand a thing she is talking about.
"It's a device that can play sounds- often music and speech- even though the source of said sounds is a great distance away. In my case, we use it to give people warnings about when something bad is about to happen- and also music."
"Music.. like drums?" It asked curiously "The beating heart of drums and the screeching melody of the spinal cord?"
"...Yeah, kinda like that. A lot of people like the music segments of our broadcast."
"Broadcast?" It sits on the ground.
She sits as well. "It's the term for when we are on the radio, and when people can hear me and the other host of the show talking."
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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)
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
"Of sorts. I didn't want to use my old name on air."
"On air? We are not in the air?.."
"Oh, not like that. It's slang for when someone's live on a broadcast. I cohost a radio channel, and I didn't want to use my 'real' name when thousands of people were listening."
"People are listening? How? Are they in the trees?" He tilts his covered face to look up
"Not right now- at least, I don't think so. People listen to the radio all the time, though."
"What is a radio?" He asks yet another question, seeming not to understand a thing she is talking about.
"It's a device that can play sounds- often music and speech- even though the source of said sounds is a great distance away. In my case, we use it to give people warnings about when something bad is about to happen- and also music."
"Music.. like drums?" It asked curiously "The beating heart of drums and the screeching melody of the spinal cord?"
"...Yeah, kinda like that. A lot of people like the music segments of our broadcast."
"Broadcast?" It sits on the ground.
She sits as well. "It's the term for when we are on the radio, and when people can hear me and the other host of the show talking."
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear you?"
"Home is already a confusing enough name given that this place has its own consciousness. House fits pretty well, but it would create a lot of confusion. How about Tyrone? That sounds like a cool name." The expressionless machine makes a sort of clucking laugh.
*Oh yeah, if you want an idea of what Home looks like. Look up Doctor Nowhere, he has pictures of himself and that's what I imagined he looked like.*
"Darn man, leaving me out on the cool train." He laughs "So what are you spying for? Like what Intel is possibly interesting enough here?"
*Neat*
"Well, this house has been messing with the Dream World a lot just by existing. My boss wants to eat this place somehow. But it's... a house. Like, an actual house. He's gonna need a lot more intel before he's gonna get anywhere. Personally, I think he's kind of crazy for even thinking this will work."
"Home is already a confusing enough name given that this place has its own consciousness. House fits pretty well, but it would create a lot of confusion. How about Tyrone? That sounds like a cool name." The expressionless machine makes a sort of clucking laugh.
*Oh yeah, if you want an idea of what Home looks like. Look up Doctor Nowhere, he has pictures of himself and that's what I imagined he looked like.*
"Darn man, leaving me out on the cool train." He laughs "So what are you spying for? Like what Intel is possibly interesting enough here?"
*Neat*
"Well, this house has been messing with the Dream World a lot just by existing. My boss wants to eat this place somehow. But it's... a house. Like, an actual house. He's gonna need a lot more intel before he's gonna get anywhere. Personally, I think he's kind of crazy for even thinking this will work."
"Aw man.. I like this house. It's almost an exact replica of my childhood home. The basement isn't, that (GP) it's own world but everything else is right." He shrugs "Why does he want to eat it? and what issues is it causing in the dream world? Sorry if these are a lot of questions man."
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
"Pretty like bugs? That's a joke. I ain't pretty. Bugs are pretty though." He says, randomly spitting out facts about bugs while his ears begin getting red.
Stroth keeps an eye on him for a bit until he wakes.
"He isn't, but he still pays patronage to her. I know not their relationship however."
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
"Pretty like bugs? That's a joke. I ain't pretty. Bugs are pretty though." He says, randomly spitting out facts about bugs while his ears begin getting red.
Stroth keeps an eye on him for a bit until he wakes.
"He isn't, but he still pays patronage to her. I know not their relationship however."
“Aw, don’t deprecate yourself. But in full honesty, bugs are pretty. I’d say probably my favorite bug is the cecropia moth.”
He stays in his trance for about fifteen minutes before snapping back to reality. “Ahh, much better.”
“So what does She do? What’s Her history?”
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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.
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
"Pretty like bugs? That's a joke. I ain't pretty. Bugs are pretty though." He says, randomly spitting out facts about bugs while his ears begin getting red.
Stroth keeps an eye on him for a bit until he wakes.
"He isn't, but he still pays patronage to her. I know not their relationship however."
“Aw, don’t deprecate yourself. But in full honesty, bugs are pretty. I’d say probably my favorite bug is the cecropia moth.”
He stays in his trance for about fifteen minutes before snapping back to reality. “Ahh, much better.”
“So what does She do? What’s Her history?”
"Oooh! Those are really pretty. I also like Luna Moths, they are so friggin big!" He holds up his hands for reference.
"How much better, I was aware y'all were supposed to be out of it for four hours?'
"Born from the Sun and Mood Gods, she gave life to this planet. But I cannot confirm this as it is simply word and story handed down by many. Others have religions that say different so I will not say it is true that she made this world."
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear you?"
*Sorry for the delay*
"Like the kind of host who organizes a party. They can hear me because there's a machine that processes what I say, and turns it into a signal. This signal travels to the radios, where it turns back to sound that the viewers can hear."
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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)
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear you?"
*Sorry for the delay*
"Like the kind of host who organizes a party. They can hear me because there's a machine that processes what I say, and turns it into a signal. This signal travels to the radios, where it turns back to sound that the viewers can hear."
*All good.*
"How does the signal travel?.. does it ride a horse or carriage?" He asks, his head tilting.
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
"Pretty like bugs? That's a joke. I ain't pretty. Bugs are pretty though." He says, randomly spitting out facts about bugs while his ears begin getting red.
Stroth keeps an eye on him for a bit until he wakes.
"He isn't, but he still pays patronage to her. I know not their relationship however."
“Aw, don’t deprecate yourself. But in full honesty, bugs are pretty. I’d say probably my favorite bug is the cecropia moth.”
He stays in his trance for about fifteen minutes before snapping back to reality. “Ahh, much better.”
“So what does She do? What’s Her history?”
"Oooh! Those are really pretty. I also like Luna Moths, they are so friggin big!" He holds up his hands for reference.
"How much better, I was aware y'all were supposed to be out of it for four hours?'
"Born from the Sun and Mood Gods, she gave life to this planet. But I cannot confirm this as it is simply word and story handed down by many. Others have religions that say different so I will not say it is true that she made this world."
“Mmhmm.” He rubs the scales along his arm, and the runes there blister a poisonous lime color.
“Yes but it was just a short nap.” He takes out his journal.
Mauric nods. “Yeah. I‘m not from this world, but I was told in my youth that there was a single, all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving god who sent his son to be executed for the sake of mortals. But I never really bought all of that stuff…”
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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.
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear you?"
*Sorry for the delay*
"Like the kind of host who organizes a party. They can hear me because there's a machine that processes what I say, and turns it into a signal. This signal travels to the radios, where it turns back to sound that the viewers can hear."
*All good.*
"How does the signal travel?.. does it ride a horse or carriage?" He asks, his head tilting.
"It's more like it moves there on its own- like how light or sound travel."
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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)
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
"Pretty like bugs? That's a joke. I ain't pretty. Bugs are pretty though." He says, randomly spitting out facts about bugs while his ears begin getting red.
Stroth keeps an eye on him for a bit until he wakes.
"He isn't, but he still pays patronage to her. I know not their relationship however."
“Aw, don’t deprecate yourself. But in full honesty, bugs are pretty. I’d say probably my favorite bug is the cecropia moth.”
He stays in his trance for about fifteen minutes before snapping back to reality. “Ahh, much better.”
“So what does She do? What’s Her history?”
"Oooh! Those are really pretty. I also like Luna Moths, they are so friggin big!" He holds up his hands for reference.
"How much better, I was aware y'all were supposed to be out of it for four hours?'
"Born from the Sun and Mood Gods, she gave life to this planet. But I cannot confirm this as it is simply word and story handed down by many. Others have religions that say different so I will not say it is true that she made this world."
“Mmhmm.” He rubs the scales along his arm, and the runes there blister a poisonous lime color.
“Yes but it was just a short nap.” He takes out his journal.
Mauric nods. “Yeah. I‘m not from this world, but I was told in my youth that there was a single, all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving god who sent his son to be executed for the sake of mortals. But I never really bought all of that stuff…”
Jeb tilts his head, his eyes focused on the runes "Oh wow, that looks, well.. bad but also really cool."
"Not gonna help ya entirely." She chuckles.
"That's understandable." He nods "I follow her because she saved my life when I died.. I owe her a life." He chuckles
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear you?"
*Sorry for the delay*
"Like the kind of host who organizes a party. They can hear me because there's a machine that processes what I say, and turns it into a signal. This signal travels to the radios, where it turns back to sound that the viewers can hear."
*All good.*
"How does the signal travel?.. does it ride a horse or carriage?" He asks, his head tilting.
"It's more like it moves there on its own- like how light or sound travel."
It tilts it's head again "I was not aware light and sound could travel.."
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear you?"
*Sorry for the delay*
"Like the kind of host who organizes a party. They can hear me because there's a machine that processes what I say, and turns it into a signal. This signal travels to the radios, where it turns back to sound that the viewers can hear."
*All good.*
"How does the signal travel?.. does it ride a horse or carriage?" He asks, his head tilting.
"It's more like it moves there on its own- like how light or sound travel."
It tilts it's head again "I was not aware light and sound could travel.."
"We learn new things every day." She pauses for a moment, thinking of something. "Speaking of which, might I ask why you were carving those runes?"
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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)
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear you?"
*Sorry for the delay*
"Like the kind of host who organizes a party. They can hear me because there's a machine that processes what I say, and turns it into a signal. This signal travels to the radios, where it turns back to sound that the viewers can hear."
*All good.*
"How does the signal travel?.. does it ride a horse or carriage?" He asks, his head tilting.
"It's more like it moves there on its own- like how light or sound travel."
It tilts it's head again "I was not aware light and sound could travel.."
"We learn new things every day." She pauses for a moment, thinking of something. "Speaking of which, might I ask why you were carving those runes?"
"Those are sigils for my eyes. They allow me to see in that specific area.." he gestures to one.
“Well, seeing as how plenty of plants in the Material Plane can originate from Outer Planes to begin with, they might have bred over thousands of years and can now be genetically similar enough to continue breeding and producing plants that aren’t satisfactory to you, since they aren’t self-pollinating.”
“What’s her connection to this place?”
"Huh? How so?" He asks, raising a brow.
She chuckles "That might work but it's a theory at best."
"Natural World.. Life and Death." He nods, gesturing to her statue
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
*I have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
"Pretty like bugs? That's a joke. I ain't pretty. Bugs are pretty though." He says, randomly spitting out facts about bugs while his ears begin getting red.
Stroth keeps an eye on him for a bit until he wakes.
"He isn't, but he still pays patronage to her. I know not their relationship however."
“Aw, don’t deprecate yourself. But in full honesty, bugs are pretty. I’d say probably my favorite bug is the cecropia moth.”
He stays in his trance for about fifteen minutes before snapping back to reality. “Ahh, much better.”
“So what does She do? What’s Her history?”
"Oooh! Those are really pretty. I also like Luna Moths, they are so friggin big!" He holds up his hands for reference.
"How much better, I was aware y'all were supposed to be out of it for four hours?'
"Born from the Sun and Mood Gods, she gave life to this planet. But I cannot confirm this as it is simply word and story handed down by many. Others have religions that say different so I will not say it is true that she made this world."
“Mmhmm.” He rubs the scales along his arm, and the runes there blister a poisonous lime color.
“Yes but it was just a short nap.” He takes out his journal.
Mauric nods. “Yeah. I‘m not from this world, but I was told in my youth that there was a single, all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving god who sent his son to be executed for the sake of mortals. But I never really bought all of that stuff…”
Jeb tilts his head, his eyes focused on the runes "Oh wow, that looks, well.. bad but also really cool."
"Not gonna help ya entirely." She chuckles.
"That's understandable." He nods "I follow her because she saved my life when I died.. I owe her a life." He chuckles
“Aw, it doesn’t hurt. Just makes me look cooler.” He grins.
Thirteen sighs and brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Just enough until I’m finished with today’s work.”
“Oh wow. That’s pretty nice of her.”
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"Broadcast?" It sits on the ground.
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
Riotan chuckles. “Never mind.”
“Probably but that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I’m very tired.”
“Well, I meant here specifically. This town.”
*btw does this town have a name?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She sits as well. "It's the term for when we are on the radio, and when people can hear me and the other host of the show talking."
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 have not an idea. Nobody really gave it a name.*
He makes a face "Fine then, keep your secrets." He huffs, setting the caterpillar down.
"You're all good bud, go take a nap or something." She grins "I'll try it, maybe it'll work."
"Ah, well one of her followers named Damian recently had a marriage and she decided to set up here."
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
"Host? Like a parasites holder?" It questions "How can the people hear 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
*Neat*
"Well, this house has been messing with the Dream World a lot just by existing. My boss wants to eat this place somehow. But it's... a house. Like, an actual house. He's gonna need a lot more intel before he's gonna get anywhere. Personally, I think he's kind of crazy for even thinking this will work."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Aw man.. I like this house. It's almost an exact replica of my childhood home. The basement isn't, that (GP) it's own world but everything else is right." He shrugs "Why does he want to eat it? and what issues is it causing in the dream world? Sorry if these are a lot of questions man."
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
“I’m trying to say you’re pretty…”
Thirteen crosses his legs and rolls his eyes back in his head, entering a trance.
“I thought Damian was a bard, not a cleric?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Pretty like bugs? That's a joke. I ain't pretty. Bugs are pretty though." He says, randomly spitting out facts about bugs while his ears begin getting red.
Stroth keeps an eye on him for a bit until he wakes.
"He isn't, but he still pays patronage to her. I know not their relationship however."
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
“Aw, don’t deprecate yourself. But in full honesty, bugs are pretty. I’d say probably my favorite bug is the cecropia moth.”
He stays in his trance for about fifteen minutes before snapping back to reality. “Ahh, much better.”
“So what does She do? What’s Her history?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oooh! Those are really pretty. I also like Luna Moths, they are so friggin big!" He holds up his hands for reference.
"How much better, I was aware y'all were supposed to be out of it for four hours?'
"Born from the Sun and Mood Gods, she gave life to this planet. But I cannot confirm this as it is simply word and story handed down by many. Others have religions that say different so I will not say it is true that she made this world."
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 for the delay*
"Like the kind of host who organizes a party. They can hear me because there's a machine that processes what I say, and turns it into a signal. This signal travels to the radios, where it turns back to sound that the viewers can hear."
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 good.*
"How does the signal travel?.. does it ride a horse or carriage?" He asks, his head tilting.
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
“Mmhmm.” He rubs the scales along his arm, and the runes there blister a poisonous lime color.
“Yes but it was just a short nap.” He takes out his journal.
Mauric nods. “Yeah. I‘m not from this world, but I was told in my youth that there was a single, all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving god who sent his son to be executed for the sake of mortals. But I never really bought all of that stuff…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's more like it moves there on its own- like how light or sound travel."
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 tilts his head, his eyes focused on the runes "Oh wow, that looks, well.. bad but also really cool."
"Not gonna help ya entirely." She chuckles.
"That's understandable." He nods "I follow her because she saved my life when I died.. I owe her a life." He chuckles
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 tilts it's head again "I was not aware light and sound could travel.."
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
"We learn new things every day." She pauses for a moment, thinking of something. "Speaking of which, might I ask why you were carving those runes?"
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)
"Those are sigils for my eyes. They allow me to see in that specific area.." he gestures to one.
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
“Aw, it doesn’t hurt. Just makes me look cooler.” He grins.
Thirteen sighs and brushes his hair out of his eyes. “Just enough until I’m finished with today’s work.”
“Oh wow. That’s pretty nice of 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.