*Since everyone wants jester, I shall throw myself into the sun. Have a good day gentleman.*
(see you later I guess)
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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
Traitor seems utterly baffled. "W- Why? Why are you defending her? She's irredeemable!"
The Seer just laughs. "Cooperate? With a traitor like her? I already tried that- but no, playing nice and sticking to her task wasn't enough for her. She just had to try and 'take the moral high ground', didn't you?" She directs that last part at the Traitor, practically spitting out her words.
The Tarnished presses down harder with his foot and grips the Traitors arm hard, a light crack being heard. "Im defending no one. Now. Apologize." he snarls.
Intimidation: 16
Persuasion: 22
The Seer continues laughing. "For what? For being too good at my job? Darling, I relish in doing all of what you listed, and I will continue to do so for as long as it stays fun. I have no guilt. The same can't be said for you."
The Traitor is silent, staring daggers at the Seer.
He presses down harder with his foot, starting to crack their ribs. "Apologize. Now." he says, unsheathing a sword from his waist.
She looks back up at him, grinning madly. "No. I don't think I will."
Traitor is struggling against his grip, trying to lash out at the Seer whenever she gets a chance.
"tragic." he says, tossing the Traitor backwards and slamming the sword through the Seers head, the sword itself glows with holy power.
The blade goes right through her head, visibly splitting the skull... but she just keeps laughing, though she sounds a bit more hurt. Her body sinks into the ground, melding into the nearby shadows and vanishing from sight.
Traitor falls to her knees, her clawed hands shaking.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Traitor seems utterly baffled. "W- Why? Why are you defending her? She's irredeemable!"
The Seer just laughs. "Cooperate? With a traitor like her? I already tried that- but no, playing nice and sticking to her task wasn't enough for her. She just had to try and 'take the moral high ground', didn't you?" She directs that last part at the Traitor, practically spitting out her words.
The Tarnished presses down harder with his foot and grips the Traitors arm hard, a light crack being heard. "Im defending no one. Now. Apologize." he snarls.
Intimidation: 16
Persuasion: 22
The Seer continues laughing. "For what? For being too good at my job? Darling, I relish in doing all of what you listed, and I will continue to do so for as long as it stays fun. I have no guilt. The same can't be said for you."
The Traitor is silent, staring daggers at the Seer.
He presses down harder with his foot, starting to crack their ribs. "Apologize. Now." he says, unsheathing a sword from his waist.
She looks back up at him, grinning madly. "No. I don't think I will."
Traitor is struggling against his grip, trying to lash out at the Seer whenever she gets a chance.
"tragic." he says, tossing the Traitor backwards and slamming the sword through the Seers head, the sword itself glows with holy power.
The blade goes right through her head, visibly splitting the skull... but she just keeps laughing, though she sounds a bit more hurt. Her body sinks into the ground, melding into the nearby shadows and vanishing from sight.
Traitor falls to her knees, her clawed hands shaking.
The Tarnished walks over, touching her forehead with a huge finger, healing her. "Sorry for hitting you..." he apologizes quietly
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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.
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
KK looks over at the trio entering, intrigued. She occasionally glances back down to her paper to continue sketching her design.
Soul waves at them, bowing her head.
KK waves back. If they had a face with which to smile, they likely would.
She walks over, peering over the edge of the table.
It looks like whatever KK was sketching is... unnatural, to say the least. Some large prism made of both organic and metallic components, by the looks of it. Judging by the measurements and various angles, it looks more like a blueprint than just a drawing.
"Hello! I'm KK. What's your name?"
*You up for continuing this Wendi?*
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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)
*Since everyone wants jester, I shall throw myself into the sun. Have a good day gentleman.*
*[yanks back] nuh uh. you stay here*
*Firstly, yeah you stay here, secondly what happened while I was gone? Why am I needed?*
*Wedding mate*
*Oh yeah, that. Yall want me to type out the start? Ima be honest, I don’t know what needs to be said like that fr, being a 15 year old lonely high schooler with nothing to do other than hang out with people he doesn’t know the real names of.*
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
Mauric beams at him. “You are, of course! I told you that, remember?”
More tears roll down his face, clasping his hands together “You didn’t. Thank you. Where do you want me to be?” His voice is almost silent.
Mauric blinks. “I’m so sorry, man. I really meant to… that’s all my fault. There’s no one else I‘d think was better for this than you. I was hoping you could be in the front left aisle to the center side.”
He nods, beaming back at him “You don’t need to apologize, you’ve done more for me than I could ever ask of you. We’ve been friends as long as I’ve been at this town, all I can do is thank you man.” He gives him a quick, strong hug, walking to where he asked.
Mauric smiles warmly at him and returns to the altar, now just waiting for Tyler.
After only a few more minutes Tyler enters, dressed in typical priest attire, taking off his regular shades, replacing them with something else. He has a book under his arm, nodding to them “Hello there Mauric, beautiful day for a wedding.” He smiles softly.
“Mhm.” Mauric smiles back at him. “We better get Nick then.”
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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.
*Since everyone wants jester, I shall throw myself into the sun. Have a good day gentleman.*
*[yanks back] nuh uh. you stay here*
*Firstly, yeah you stay here, secondly what happened while I was gone? Why am I needed?*
*Wedding mate*
*Oh yeah, that. Yall want me to type out the start? Ima be honest, I don’t know what needs to be said like that fr, being a 15 year old lonely high schooler with nothing to do other than hang out with people he doesn’t know the real names of.*
*Sure. I mean you could just search up typical wedding ceremony speeches ig*
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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.
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
*Since everyone wants jester, I shall throw myself into the sun. Have a good day gentleman.*
*[yanks back] nuh uh. you stay here*
*Firstly, yeah you stay here, secondly what happened while I was gone? Why am I needed?*
*Wedding mate*
*Oh yeah, that. Yall want me to type out the start? Ima be honest, I don’t know what needs to be said like that fr, being a 15 year old lonely high schooler with nothing to do other than hang out with people he doesn’t know the real names of.*
Traitor looks up at Tarnished, a quiet anger building up within her. "You stopped me from killing her. You bought her enough time for her to slip away..."
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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)
*WAIT NO*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Firstly, yeah you stay here, secondly what happened while I was gone? Why am I needed?*
*Wedding mate*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(see you later I guess)
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
(why is demon slayer being called jester?)
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The blade goes right through her head, visibly splitting the skull... but she just keeps laughing, though she sounds a bit more hurt. Her body sinks into the ground, melding into the nearby shadows and vanishing from sight.
Traitor falls to her knees, her clawed hands shaking.
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)
*He has two separate accounts. His other is Jester*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
The Tarnished walks over, touching her forehead with a huge finger, healing her. "Sorry for hitting you..." he apologizes quietly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*You up for continuing this Wendi?*
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, that. Yall want me to type out the start? Ima be honest, I don’t know what needs to be said like that fr, being a 15 year old lonely high schooler with nothing to do other than hang out with people he doesn’t know the real names of.*
(I always thought Truejester and him were different people)
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*Sorry about that, but I’m not as much of a help as I want to be.*
“Mhm.” Mauric smiles back at him. “We better get Nick then.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure. I mean you could just search up typical wedding ceremony speeches ig*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Nah, same dude. You didn’t wonder why we use the same characters?*
(you want to rp theren?)
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
(well do you want to know our real names?)
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Traitor looks up at Tarnished, a quiet anger building up within her. "You stopped me from killing her. You bought her enough time for her to slip away..."
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 all good. I've attended a few weddings recently. I can assist*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.