My boss, while he is nice told me some flaws he saw in my work which made me get in my head. I cried in front of my own boss so that's really good for my emotional confidence in life.*
(are you okay?)
*Eh...*
(do you need to get your mind off of it?)
*Kinda, still a bit sad but it'll pass maybe.*
(I can rp with you if you want)
*Sure.*
Xan is most likely cuddling with Isaac.
Isaac looks very stressed out
"You okay?" He asks
He shakes his head "i'm in way over my head with this client"
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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
*Sure! Though, it may be a little bit before I can reply again.*
KK is continuing to add even more detail to her sketch of the prism of flesh and metal that she plans to create.
She picks up a strange radio channel, something that shouldn't exist. More of a dream than an actual signal. *Fun little note: Podmorski sounds like Harlan Ellison's rendition of AM. Ever heard the Hate Monologue?*
"Looks nice, very nice. I don't believe your rules would work for it. Care for some help from another old dreamer?"
*Alrighty, I'm back from helping clean up the stage and ready for more chaos!*
She seems initially confused, but doesn't really question it. "Why thank you! I spent a while coming up with it, and I'm happy with the results so far. And yes, some help would be nice."
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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 a strange radio channel, something that shouldn't exist. More of a dream than an actual signal. *Fun little note: Podmorski sounds like Harlan Ellison's rendition of AM. Ever heard the Hate Monologue?*
"Looks nice, very nice. I don't believe your rules would work for it. Care for some help from another old dreamer?"
*Alrighty, I'm back from helping clean up the stage and ready for more chaos!*
She seems initially confused, but doesn't really question it. "Why thank you! I spent a while coming up with it, and I'm happy with the results so far. And yes, some help would be nice."
"Tell me about your dream. What materials do you need? They don't have to be real ones, just the ones you need. Unobtanium is very common in the Nightmare Realm."
She picks up a strange radio channel, something that shouldn't exist. More of a dream than an actual signal. *Fun little note: Podmorski sounds like Harlan Ellison's rendition of AM. Ever heard the Hate Monologue?*
"Looks nice, very nice. I don't believe your rules would work for it. Care for some help from another old dreamer?"
*Alrighty, I'm back from helping clean up the stage and ready for more chaos!*
She seems initially confused, but doesn't really question it. "Why thank you! I spent a while coming up with it, and I'm happy with the results so far. And yes, some help would be nice."
"Tell me about your dream. What materials do you need? They don't have to be real ones, just the ones you need. Unobtanium is very common in the Nightmare Realm."
"My idea was to make something capable of... growing. Spreading. Building off of itself as long as the materials are present. Is never the same thing for long. As for materials... well, some variety of self-replicating metal and flesh would work wonderfully."
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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)
My boss, while he is nice told me some flaws he saw in my work which made me get in my head. I cried in front of my own boss so that's really good for my emotional confidence in life.*
(are you okay?)
*Eh...*
(do you need to get your mind off of it?)
*Kinda, still a bit sad but it'll pass maybe.*
(I can rp with you if you want)
*Sure.*
Xan is most likely cuddling with Isaac.
Isaac looks very stressed out
"You okay?" He asks
He shakes his head "i'm in way over my head with this client"
"Tell me about your dream. What materials do you need? They don't have to be real ones, just the ones you need. Unobtanium is very common in the Nightmare Realm."
"My idea was to make something capable of... growing. Spreading. Building off of itself as long as the materials are present. Is never the same thing for long. As for materials... well, some variety of self-replicating metal and flesh would work wonderfully."
"I see. A simple premise, but an interesting one. Do you have any particular plans for it?"
The Flesh Son is rendering a deers skin into usable armor for itself. It's careful to use every piece of the deer. Bones, guts, antlers, eyes, organs, flesh, meat, hooves, tail, everything is used and nothing goes to waste.
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, talking to one of the bodies which are propped up in a chair, writhing about. "Listen man, you gotta be cool. Can't be screaming bloody murder when you aren't actually real. Makes people think I'm insane or something or have somebody locked downstairs. I mean... You can just teleport on free will." He chuckles.
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
"Tell me about your dream. What materials do you need? They don't have to be real ones, just the ones you need. Unobtanium is very common in the Nightmare Realm."
"My idea was to make something capable of... growing. Spreading. Building off of itself as long as the materials are present. Is never the same thing for long. As for materials... well, some variety of self-replicating metal and flesh would work wonderfully."
"I see. A simple premise, but an interesting one. Do you have any particular plans for it?"
"My plan is to, eventually, transfer my consciousness to it. Other than that, my plans are just to continue as I always have... with nothing able to take it away... for all of time, possibly."
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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)
"I see. A simple premise, but an interesting one. Do you have any particular plans for it?"
"My plan is to, eventually, transfer my consciousness to it. Other than that, my plans are just to continue as I always have... with nothing able to take it away... for all of time, possibly."
"What a nice dream. You certainly don't deserve something that beautiful. But I've never been in the business of deserving or undeserving. Come to the old workshop. I've got something to show you." In her mind's eye, she can see the yellow hotel that has appeared in the woods, surrounded by flaming automatons made in the image of people she knows; Issac, the Traitor, even the Seer.
"I see. A simple premise, but an interesting one. Do you have any particular plans for it?"
"My plan is to, eventually, transfer my consciousness to it. Other than that, my plans are just to continue as I always have... with nothing able to take it away... for all of time, possibly."
"What a nice dream. You certainly don't deserve something that beautiful. But I've never been in the business of deserving or undeserving. Come to the old workshop. I've got something to show you." In her mind's eye, she can see the yellow hotel that has appeared in the woods, surrounded by flaming automatons made in the image of people she knows; Issac, the Traitor, even the Seer.
"Got it. I'll see you there." And with that, KK begins heading over to the woods where the hotel is.
*I gtg for a little while, but I'll be back to continue this soon.*
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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)
The Flesh Son is rendering a deers skin into usable armor for itself. It's careful to use every piece of the deer. Bones, guts, antlers, eyes, organs, flesh, meat, hooves, tail, everything is used and nothing goes to waste.
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, talking to one of the bodies which are propped up in a chair, writhing about. "Listen man, you gotta be cool. Can't be screaming bloody murder when you aren't actually real. Makes people think I'm insane or something or have somebody locked downstairs. I mean... You can just teleport on free will." He chuckles.
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
The Flesh Son is rendering a deers skin into usable armor for itself. It's careful to use every piece of the deer. Bones, guts, antlers, eyes, organs, flesh, meat, hooves, tail, everything is used and nothing goes to waste.
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, talking to one of the bodies which are propped up in a chair, writhing about. "Listen man, you gotta be cool. Can't be screaming bloody murder when you aren't actually real. Makes people think I'm insane or something or have somebody locked downstairs. I mean... You can just teleport on free will." He chuckles.
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
Until they dont. A ghostly shade of a creature rises from the nearby grave
The Flesh Son is rendering a deers skin into usable armor for itself. It's careful to use every piece of the deer. Bones, guts, antlers, eyes, organs, flesh, meat, hooves, tail, everything is used and nothing goes to waste.
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, talking to one of the bodies which are propped up in a chair, writhing about. "Listen man, you gotta be cool. Can't be screaming bloody murder when you aren't actually real. Makes people think I'm insane or something or have somebody locked downstairs. I mean... You can just teleport on free will." He chuckles.
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
Until they dont. A ghostly shade of a creature rises from the nearby grave
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my child.."
The Flesh Son is rendering a deers skin into usable armor for itself. It's careful to use every piece of the deer. Bones, guts, antlers, eyes, organs, flesh, meat, hooves, tail, everything is used and nothing goes to waste.
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, talking to one of the bodies which are propped up in a chair, writhing about. "Listen man, you gotta be cool. Can't be screaming bloody murder when you aren't actually real. Makes people think I'm insane or something or have somebody locked downstairs. I mean... You can just teleport on free will." He chuckles.
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
Until they dont. A ghostly shade of a creature rises from the nearby grave
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my child.."
He shakes his head "i'm in way over my head with this client"
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
*Alrighty, I'm back from helping clean up the stage and ready for more chaos!*
She seems initially confused, but doesn't really question it. "Why thank you! I spent a while coming up with it, and I'm happy with the results so far. And yes, some help would be nice."
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)
"Tell me about your dream. What materials do you need? They don't have to be real ones, just the ones you need. Unobtanium is very common in the Nightmare Realm."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My idea was to make something capable of... growing. Spreading. Building off of itself as long as the materials are present. Is never the same thing for long. As for materials... well, some variety of self-replicating metal and flesh would work wonderfully."
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)
"You going to be okay?"
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 see. A simple premise, but an interesting one. Do you have any particular plans for it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Flesh Son is rendering a deers skin into usable armor for itself. It's careful to use every piece of the deer. Bones, guts, antlers, eyes, organs, flesh, meat, hooves, tail, everything is used and nothing goes to waste.
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, talking to one of the bodies which are propped up in a chair, writhing about. "Listen man, you gotta be cool. Can't be screaming bloody murder when you aren't actually real. Makes people think I'm insane or something or have somebody locked downstairs. I mean... You can just teleport on free will." He chuckles.
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
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
"My plan is to, eventually, transfer my consciousness to it. Other than that, my plans are just to continue as I always have... with nothing able to take it away... for all of time, possibly."
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)
"What a nice dream. You certainly don't deserve something that beautiful. But I've never been in the business of deserving or undeserving. Come to the old workshop. I've got something to show you." In her mind's eye, she can see the yellow hotel that has appeared in the woods, surrounded by flaming automatons made in the image of people she knows; Issac, the Traitor, even the Seer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Got it. I'll see you there." And with that, KK begins heading over to the woods where the hotel is.
*I gtg for a little while, but I'll be back to continue this soon.*
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)
Shade purrs and curls up happily
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
The Flesh Son is rendering a deers skin into usable armor for itself. It's careful to use every piece of the deer. Bones, guts, antlers, eyes, organs, flesh, meat, hooves, tail, everything is used and nothing goes to waste.
Home is in the basement of the Guilt House, talking to one of the bodies which are propped up in a chair, writhing about. "Listen man, you gotta be cool. Can't be screaming bloody murder when you aren't actually real. Makes people think I'm insane or something or have somebody locked downstairs. I mean... You can just teleport on free will." He chuckles.
Father Luciano is outside, praying over some graves. Each he has adorned with a wreath of cinnamon bark, olive leaves, willow branches, and dried lemons. Holy plants to help the dead pass on.
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
Until they dont. A ghostly shade of a creature rises from the nearby grave
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my child.."
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
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
The shade looks around. "arrr... where be i?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues