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
It screeches in artificial agony, many gears and wires being ripped out along with the pipe. Electricity crackles and guts pour into the water and electrical cables all over the floor.
The building rumbles as the cheap yellow lights flicker violently, objects and pieces of architecture falling, crumbling, broken.
KK falls into a long hallway with various tools and blueprints for any machine you can think of hanging on the walls. Pieces of a playplace hang from the fallen cables, as do parts from various machines and animatronics, dripping and drizzling the dirty water from the floor above. Red words on the walls read things like “LOST AND FORGOTTEN,” “FAILURE,” “THEY DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE,” “YOU ABANDONED YOUR FAMILY,” and “WHAT DID YOU EVEN THINK YOU WERE GOING TO ACCOMPLISH?”
At the end of the hall, there is the silhouette of a Strugel in a coat sitting on a chair, hunched over a desk. He seems to be sketching something.
KK rises to her feet, and walks over to him, not showing an ounce of fear.
"Hello! KK here. I assume you're the one who called me here?"
"Yes." Comes his quiet, breathless voice. He doesn't look at her. He takes something off the wall in front of him and slides it into the desk lamp: a blueprint for the ideal form she had sketched before. "Please, speak softly."
*Sorry about the delay.*
KK nods, looking over at the blueprint with a growing sense of elated madness. There is a faint crackle of radio static that can be heard around her for a second, and then music at a low volume.
"It's... that looks wonderful! It even has all the measurements!" She whispers, clearly ecstatic at the prospect of bringing this monstrous being to life.. "It's... perfect." There is a notable increase in static around that last word, but it can still be heard.
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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
"That's a nasty habit, love." he says, raising an eyebrow.
"Mmmm, Lilac." She says tenderly, actually enjoying this more than she expected. "You?.."
He smiles warmly, kissing her forehead “I love that about you, but you shouldn’t be.”
She tilts her head, smirking a bit “Don’t you like me nasty darling? I don’t think you would want me if I was clean.”
He thinks on the name, the runes etched into his body thrumming with more warmth, making a comfortable air around him “That is a beautiful name. I’m Clem.”
"Says you" She says, sticking out her tongue.
"Oh, yes, I do, but, not nasty in the sense of potential self harm..." He sighs, pushing the food away as he leans back against the seat of the booth
"Awww, thank you, Clem. your name is nice, and... you're so comfy.." She exhales quietly, yawning.
He chuckles "Just like my teenage years, want to have my old sword?" He stands up from the counter.
"Don't worry, I'm too used to the toxins for them to actually hurt me." She says, putting them down and leaning back into her chair.
He stretches his arms, flexing the shoulders to make them pop, getting quite tired in the sun himself "Why thank you... you are too." He lays his head back down.
Her eyes light up, and she jumps up and down excitedly, still slightly immature. "Oh my God, I get a sword?? Yes!"
"Curiouser, and curiouser... I've always wondered exactly why you continue to captivate my mind... by all means, I shouldn't love you, and yet..."
"Mmmm, sounded like a good stretch.. my turn.." She lets go of him a second, stretching her entire body, several joints popping quietly. She grunts softly, snuggling back up to him.
He smiles “In every aspect, I see me in you.” He chuckles a bit, and with another flourish, he is holding a rapier in his expert grip “If you use it outside of my permission I’ll take it back.”
“I’m a temptress, you have fascinating me for quite some time, so I have to make sure you feel the same.” Her veins occasionally glow the color of the poison, but it always fades.
He purrs and lays back down “That sounded better than mine, I’m jealous.” He begins to clean himself, licking the dirt off of him with his tongue, just as a cat would after a long day.
*Well good to see ya, I won’t be much faster probably.*
*I know, it's kinda dead here without flower, wendi, or baal. and Elk refuses to join this tavern because of the 'chaos between you and jester'... so... :<*
*Yeah, and I’m kinda feeling dead inside so I won’t even be rping that much anyway. As for Elk, isn’t he just as chaotic as the rest of us?*
"And what's 'outside of your permission'?" she says, crossing her arms, eyebrows raised.
"Curious... you're not human, are you, love?..." He says, sitting up, caressing her face gently.
She lets out a low rumble, small sparks shooting out of her nose as she lays her head on his chest. "Don't be jealous of names, cause yours is yours, and is unique!"
He crosses his own arms “That depends on what you do, do you plan on killing anyone? If so, they better deserve it, and you better not get caught.”
She takes his hand in her own, soft, smiling as her eyes shift into slits “Oh human is soooo boring, why not be something more?”
His chest thrums with a fire rune, soft with fur and warm from the sun, as well as the rune. “Thank.. you.” He begins to fall asleep.
*Well good to see ya, I won’t be much faster probably.*
*I know, it's kinda dead here without flower, wendi, or baal. and Elk refuses to join this tavern because of the 'chaos between you and jester'... so... :<*
*Yeah, and I’m kinda feeling dead inside so I won’t even be rping that much anyway. As for Elk, isn’t he just as chaotic as the rest of us?*
*he is, but I guess a rapidly aging jackalope is 'excessive'*
*To each their own I suppose, I guess a maniacal giant red dragon isn’t excessive.*
"And what's 'outside of your permission'?" she says, crossing her arms, eyebrows raised.
"Curious... you're not human, are you, love?..." He says, sitting up, caressing her face gently.
She lets out a low rumble, small sparks shooting out of her nose as she lays her head on his chest. "Don't be jealous of names, cause yours is yours, and is unique!"
He crosses his own arms “That depends on what you do, do you plan on killing anyone? If so, they better deserve it, and you better not get caught.”
She takes his hand in her own, soft, smiling as her eyes shift into slits “Oh human is soooo boring, why not be something more?”
His chest thrums with a fire rune, soft with fur and warm from the sun, as well as the rune. “Thank.. you.” He begins to fall asleep.
"I wanna be gay, and do crimes!" She says, a fire, literally, in her eyes. "kidding... about the crimes.. I was thinking about being a bounty hunter for a bit, saving up and going off to Vanderbilt"
"I've never known anything other than being something more, dear." He smiles, kissing her gently.
She hums along to the thrumming of the rune, tail thumping in sync with his heartbeat. "You're welcome.... Nini..." she says, yawning again.
He tilts his head, putting his hands on his hips “You want to go to Vanderbilt? Don’t worry about saving up the money, I’ll pay for it. I’ll do what I need to, as for doing crime and being gay, I was a wild child too.”
She smiles softly, kissing him back as her eyes shift back to normal “Good to know.”
By the time her yawning is done he has fallen into a peaceful sleep, curled around her, holding her gently.
*Got another new character, my brain has been manufactured these at the worst time.*
(i'll be back later)
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
*Sorry about the delay.*
KK nods, looking over at the blueprint with a growing sense of elated madness. There is a faint crackle of radio static that can be heard around her for a second, and then music at a low volume.
"It's... that looks wonderful! It even has all the measurements!" She whispers, clearly ecstatic at the prospect of bringing this monstrous being to life.. "It's... perfect." There is a notable increase in static around that last word, but it can still be heard.
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)
(back :D)
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
He smiles “In every aspect, I see me in you.” He chuckles a bit, and with another flourish, he is holding a rapier in his expert grip “If you use it outside of my permission I’ll take it back.”
“I’m a temptress, you have fascinating me for quite some time, so I have to make sure you feel the same.” Her veins occasionally glow the color of the poison, but it always fades.
He purrs and lays back down “That sounded better than mine, I’m jealous.” He begins to clean himself, licking the dirt off of him with his tongue, just as a cat would after a long day.
*Anyone still here?*
*Well good to see ya, I won’t be much faster probably.*
*Yeah, and I’m kinda feeling dead inside so I won’t even be rping that much anyway. As for Elk, isn’t he just as chaotic as the rest of us?*
He crosses his own arms “That depends on what you do, do you plan on killing anyone? If so, they better deserve it, and you better not get caught.”
She takes his hand in her own, soft, smiling as her eyes shift into slits “Oh human is soooo boring, why not be something more?”
His chest thrums with a fire rune, soft with fur and warm from the sun, as well as the rune. “Thank.. you.” He begins to fall asleep.
*To each their own I suppose, I guess a maniacal giant red dragon isn’t excessive.*
He tilts his head, putting his hands on his hips “You want to go to Vanderbilt? Don’t worry about saving up the money, I’ll pay for it. I’ll do what I need to, as for doing crime and being gay, I was a wild child too.”
She smiles softly, kissing him back as her eyes shift back to normal “Good to know.”
By the time her yawning is done he has fallen into a peaceful sleep, curled around her, holding her gently.
*Got another new character, my brain has been manufactured these at the worst time.*
*Here.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.