Klei looks even more exasperated. “Ma’am! I was not being serious! Through what machinations of the universe could you give birth to me?? There’s no situation where that could ever happen!”
She leans forward, her eyes suddenly gaining pupils of red in the center "I happen to know for a fact that your own mother died my son." She backs away and gestures to the food "Eat."
A small Minka has somehow formed amongst the tree lines. Bamboo has grown rapidly around it, its reedy coloration almost blending in with the walls. The smell of onion, beef, and rice waft out from inside. A woman's humming floats out alongside it.
Lilac, who was prancing about the forest, looking for small game, shifts to an anthro form, knocking gently on the door.
Inside she see's a massive woman. She stands no more than 8'9 with porcelain white skin. Massive deer antlers of white bone grow her forehead. She has long black hair that is tied back in a ponytail. Her limbs are as thick as tree trunks and she is slightly pudgy. She is steaming white rice while a sauce of sorts boils over a fire. Her giant eyes that are pure black watch the pot, stirring it slowly.
Suddenly, she speaks, her voice booming "You're late honey." She ushers her to a massive table and sets her down "Here I am, making a meal for you, and you show up late!'
Klei looks even more exasperated. “Ma’am! I was not being serious! Through what machinations of the universe could you give birth to me?? There’s no situation where that could ever happen!”
She leans forward, her eyes suddenly gaining pupils of red in the center "I happen to know for a fact that your own mother died my son." She backs away and gestures to the food "Eat."
“I…” He sighs again, deciding to go along with it for the time being. “Thank you, ma.”
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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.
They are being gently persued by Lilac. Roll perception?
14
They hear footsteps, and see the occasional pink blur
She raises her war pick and shield, her gauntlets crackling with lightning and electrifying her implements of battle.
Lilac dashes out of the greenery, landing 5 feet in front of Loriche. "Awww, you're no fun!"
“WHO THE [gp] ARE YOU?!” She yells, raising the electrified shield.
"I'm Lilac, nice to meet you!" She says, giggling with childlike innocence, all fours spread out, her whole body low the the ground. She readjusts herself, sitting on her hinds. "Who're you?"
“…Loriche va Bental???”
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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.
Traitor is sitting on the roof of the Inn, birdwatching with the binoculars that Isaac gave to her.
The Seer is in the woods, having stitched back together the rotting corpse that is her vessel, feeling rather bitter about the whole being killed thing.
A humanoid robot is staggering over to the Inn, visibly damaged.
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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)
They are being gently persued by Lilac. Roll perception?
14
They hear footsteps, and see the occasional pink blur
She raises her war pick and shield, her gauntlets crackling with lightning and electrifying her implements of battle.
Lilac dashes out of the greenery, landing 5 feet in front of Loriche. "Awww, you're no fun!"
“WHO THE [gp] ARE YOU?!” She yells, raising the electrified shield.
"I'm Lilac, nice to meet you!" She says, giggling with childlike innocence, all fours spread out, her whole body low the the ground. She readjusts herself, sitting on her hinds. "Who're you?"
“…Loriche va Bental???”
"You don't sound too sure about that." She says, narrowing her eyes.
“It’s my name, I’m just confused… why were you stalking me?”
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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.
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.
*Hello Baal! Would you like to continue this with me?*
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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)
They are being gently persued by Lilac. Roll perception?
14
They hear footsteps, and see the occasional pink blur
She raises her war pick and shield, her gauntlets crackling with lightning and electrifying her implements of battle.
Lilac dashes out of the greenery, landing 5 feet in front of Loriche. "Awww, you're no fun!"
“WHO THE [gp] ARE YOU?!” She yells, raising the electrified shield.
"I'm Lilac, nice to meet you!" She says, giggling with childlike innocence, all fours spread out, her whole body low the the ground. She readjusts herself, sitting on her hinds. "Who're you?"
“…Loriche va Bental???”
"You don't sound too sure about that." She says, narrowing her eyes.
“It’s my name, I’m just confused… why were you stalking me?”
"I wus practicing hunting, I wasn't gonna hurt you or anything" She says, walking around a tree and back. She has shifted to a 5'5" humanoid form.
“Well don’t it’s not cool and I don’t like it.”
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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.
He sits there for a moment, staring at the food without any real visible response. "I'm afraid that I cannot accept." He places the basket on the table.
She blinks, rolling her eyes "If this is ya, going about your diet's and stuff like that, it ain't gonna help ya!"
*Sorry for the slow response, I'm tired.*
"...I suppose it would be rude to refuse." He begins to eat.
She leans forward, her eyes suddenly gaining pupils of red in the center "I happen to know for a fact that your own mother died my son." She backs away and gestures to the food "Eat."
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
“WHO THE [gp] ARE YOU?!” She yells, raising the electrified shield.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Inside she see's a massive woman. She stands no more than 8'9 with porcelain white skin. Massive deer antlers of white bone grow her forehead. She has long black hair that is tied back in a ponytail. Her limbs are as thick as tree trunks and she is slightly pudgy. She is steaming white rice while a sauce of sorts boils over a fire. Her giant eyes that are pure black watch the pot, stirring it slowly.
Suddenly, she speaks, her voice booming "You're late honey." She ushers her to a massive table and sets her down "Here I am, making a meal for you, and you show up late!'
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…” He sighs again, deciding to go along with it for the time being. “Thank you, ma.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“…Loriche va Bental???”
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'm back and ready for shenanigans!*
Traitor is sitting on the roof of the Inn, birdwatching with the binoculars that Isaac gave to her.
The Seer is in the woods, having stitched back together the rotting corpse that is her vessel, feeling rather bitter about the whole being killed thing.
A humanoid robot is staggering over to the Inn, visibly damaged.
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 my name, I’m just confused… why were you stalking me?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello Baal! Would you like to continue this with me?*
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 don’t it’s not cool and I don’t like it.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Aw… it’s fine.” Loriche feels bad and lowers her weapons.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorry for the slow response, I'm tired.*
"...I suppose it would be rude to refuse." He begins to eat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thanks, but I… can’t. Can’t take off the helmet.” She gestures to her fully-masking, ornate horned helm.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.