*Morning, my superb storytelling spider sister! What's the word?*
*All is well, my climactic-occurence-kindling kindred! How doth thee fare?*
*Having a frabjous day, given mine circumstances!*
*(this conversation feels like)*
*Tis good to see that thou art faring well! Say, wouldst thou like to partake in our roles upon this grand stage? Mine fabrications are eager to perform their roles!*
*Totally lol. Then again, it is much more fun to converse as such.*
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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)
*Having a frabjous day, given mine circumstances!*
*(this conversation feels like)*
*Tis good to see that thou art faring well! Say, wouldst thou like to partake in our roles upon this grand stage? Mine fabrications are eager to perform their roles!*
*Totally lol. Then again, it is much more fun to converse as such.*
*I wouldst, but the wyrd demeandeth I must leaveth in 15 units of time, and improper preparation may resulteth in mine superiors being en-pissened.*
*In other words, I have an appointment for a haircut soon.*
Fate... a concept commonly considered to be an unclashable force, the thought that whatever is supposed to happen will, but what if the cards fate dealt weren't truly right. What if someone was destined for something that should never have come, a fate that is entirely monstrous?
Arriving in town are two people, both covered in jet black cloaks that flutter in the midnight breeze, one appears to be holding the other's hand, much smaller, their skin where it is revealing seems to have deep wounds. The larger person holds their hand with care, both of them wearing the exact same outfit, black everything, doing their best to conceal themselves in the night. The larger person's hand seems darker, although with scars just as deep. When they arrive at the tavern they walk inside, silently ordering a room with the little money they do have, before buying the cheapest meal they can, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Despite wearing identical clothes they provide different auras around them, the larger's dark and ominous, while the smaller's filled with a brightness. They eat without words begin spoken.
Thirteen sits not far away at his typical booth, pondering his orrery. He looks up at the pair curiously.
Whenever he looks at them the larger seems to stare back, like they're burrowing into Thirteen's soul with their dark eyes, but the smaller always tugs on their cloak and stops them.
This only heightens Thirteen’s interests. He tucks the orb back into his satchel and takes out his journal.
Radiant energy seems to move off the smaller in waves as they talk to each other silently. Eventually the larger seems to slump their shoulders as the smaller waves Thirteen over.
Thirteen stands and moves over, not sitting, trying to gauge their reaction. “Yes?”
The larger doesnt speak, although the smaller does, having the voice of a young child "Hello, nice to meet you."
“Good to meet you to. What did you want?” Thirteen sits down tentatively. Insight: 12
They tilt their head, still not visible through the cloak, as far as Thirteen can tell, these are just some strange travelers like everyone else. They say "I don't know." They look up to the larger who just shakes their head.
“Alright. Well, uh… welcome to the Lord’s Rest.” He offers a handshake. “It’s a nice place. Most of the time.”
The smaller shakes their hand, revealing their hand, porcelain, like a finely crafted doll "Happy to be here!" They say, Thirteen can tell they're a child at this point.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
Aesir walks up to Shen in his lycanthrope form and says "what's your name stranger?"
He opens a single, piercing blue eyes, before kicking up to his feet with no effort. He bows deeply, "Nice to meet you, I'm Shen."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Fate... a concept commonly considered to be an unclashable force, the thought that whatever is supposed to happen will, but what if the cards fate dealt weren't truly right. What if someone was destined for something that should never have come, a fate that is entirely monstrous?
Arriving in town are two people, both covered in jet black cloaks that flutter in the midnight breeze, one appears to be holding the other's hand, much smaller, their skin where it is revealing seems to have deep wounds. The larger person holds their hand with care, both of them wearing the exact same outfit, black everything, doing their best to conceal themselves in the night. The larger person's hand seems darker, although with scars just as deep. When they arrive at the tavern they walk inside, silently ordering a room with the little money they do have, before buying the cheapest meal they can, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Despite wearing identical clothes they provide different auras around them, the larger's dark and ominous, while the smaller's filled with a brightness. They eat without words begin spoken.
Thirteen sits not far away at his typical booth, pondering his orrery. He looks up at the pair curiously.
Whenever he looks at them the larger seems to stare back, like they're burrowing into Thirteen's soul with their dark eyes, but the smaller always tugs on their cloak and stops them.
This only heightens Thirteen’s interests. He tucks the orb back into his satchel and takes out his journal.
Radiant energy seems to move off the smaller in waves as they talk to each other silently. Eventually the larger seems to slump their shoulders as the smaller waves Thirteen over.
Thirteen stands and moves over, not sitting, trying to gauge their reaction. “Yes?”
The larger doesnt speak, although the smaller does, having the voice of a young child "Hello, nice to meet you."
“Good to meet you to. What did you want?” Thirteen sits down tentatively. Insight: 12
They tilt their head, still not visible through the cloak, as far as Thirteen can tell, these are just some strange travelers like everyone else. They say "I don't know." They look up to the larger who just shakes their head.
“Alright. Well, uh… welcome to the Lord’s Rest.” He offers a handshake. “It’s a nice place. Most of the time.”
The smaller shakes their hand, revealing their hand, porcelain, like a finely crafted doll "Happy to be here!" They say, Thirteen can tell they're a child at this point.
“…alright, uh. See you, I guess.” Thirteen stands back up awkwardly, not sure how to go about with this interaction and not sure why this person called him over to begin with.
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Having a frabjous day, given mine circumstances!*
*(this conversation feels like)*
*Tis good to see that thou art faring well! Say, wouldst thou like to partake in our roles upon this grand stage? Mine fabrications are eager to perform their roles!*
*Totally lol. Then again, it is much more fun to converse as such.*
*I wouldst, but the wyrd demeandeth I must leaveth in 15 units of time, and improper preparation may resulteth in mine superiors being en-pissened.*
*In other words, I have an appointment for a haircut soon.*
*Very well, for I have patience aplenty. Therefore, I shalt leave this passage for thine return. May the impending ceremony be a most merry occasion!*
KK is in her studio, going over the blueprints she received from the one she met deep beneath that hotel. The warbling hiss of static makes her frustrations known, though she seems somewhat conflicted as well.
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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)
Fate... a concept commonly considered to be an unclashable force, the thought that whatever is supposed to happen will, but what if the cards fate dealt weren't truly right. What if someone was destined for something that should never have come, a fate that is entirely monstrous?
Arriving in town are two people, both covered in jet black cloaks that flutter in the midnight breeze, one appears to be holding the other's hand, much smaller, their skin where it is revealing seems to have deep wounds. The larger person holds their hand with care, both of them wearing the exact same outfit, black everything, doing their best to conceal themselves in the night. The larger person's hand seems darker, although with scars just as deep. When they arrive at the tavern they walk inside, silently ordering a room with the little money they do have, before buying the cheapest meal they can, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Despite wearing identical clothes they provide different auras around them, the larger's dark and ominous, while the smaller's filled with a brightness. They eat without words begin spoken.
Thirteen sits not far away at his typical booth, pondering his orrery. He looks up at the pair curiously.
Whenever he looks at them the larger seems to stare back, like they're burrowing into Thirteen's soul with their dark eyes, but the smaller always tugs on their cloak and stops them.
This only heightens Thirteen’s interests. He tucks the orb back into his satchel and takes out his journal.
Radiant energy seems to move off the smaller in waves as they talk to each other silently. Eventually the larger seems to slump their shoulders as the smaller waves Thirteen over.
Thirteen stands and moves over, not sitting, trying to gauge their reaction. “Yes?”
The larger doesnt speak, although the smaller does, having the voice of a young child "Hello, nice to meet you."
“Good to meet you to. What did you want?” Thirteen sits down tentatively. Insight: 12
They tilt their head, still not visible through the cloak, as far as Thirteen can tell, these are just some strange travelers like everyone else. They say "I don't know." They look up to the larger who just shakes their head.
“Alright. Well, uh… welcome to the Lord’s Rest.” He offers a handshake. “It’s a nice place. Most of the time.”
The smaller shakes their hand, revealing their hand, porcelain, like a finely crafted doll "Happy to be here!" They say, Thirteen can tell they're a child at this point.
“…alright, uh. See you, I guess.” Thirteen stands back up awkwardly, not sure how to go about with this interaction and not sure why this person called him over to begin with.
The larger begins to softly scold the smaller for yelling, and for revealing their hand, finishing their food and heading to their room. Thirteen can see that where the larger seat and stepped it had begun to rot, the nercosis more than just his aura.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
Aesir walks up to Shen in his lycanthrope form and says "what's your name stranger?"
He opens a single, piercing blue eyes, before kicking up to his feet with no effort. He bows deeply, "Nice to meet you, I'm Shen."
aesir smiles, extends his hand out, and says "My name is Aesir Grayoak there is no need for such formalities shen"
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
Aesir walks up to Shen in his lycanthrope form and says "what's your name stranger?"
He opens a single, piercing blue eyes, before kicking up to his feet with no effort. He bows deeply, "Nice to meet you, I'm Shen."
aesir smiles, extends his hand out, and says "My name is Aesir Grayoak there is no need for such formalities shen"
He shakes the hand with a firm grip, a matching friendly smile on his face "That's an interesting name Aesir. If you say so."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
Aesir walks up to Shen in his lycanthrope form and says "what's your name stranger?"
He opens a single, piercing blue eyes, before kicking up to his feet with no effort. He bows deeply, "Nice to meet you, I'm Shen."
aesir smiles, extends his hand out, and says "My name is Aesir Grayoak there is no need for such formalities shen"
He shakes the hand with a firm grip, a matching friendly smile on his face "That's an interesting name Aesir. If you say so."
Aesir chuckles and says "Why thank you shen what profession are you in?"
Fate... a concept commonly considered to be an unclashable force, the thought that whatever is supposed to happen will, but what if the cards fate dealt weren't truly right. What if someone was destined for something that should never have come, a fate that is entirely monstrous?
Arriving in town are two people, both covered in jet black cloaks that flutter in the midnight breeze, one appears to be holding the other's hand, much smaller, their skin where it is revealing seems to have deep wounds. The larger person holds their hand with care, both of them wearing the exact same outfit, black everything, doing their best to conceal themselves in the night. The larger person's hand seems darker, although with scars just as deep. When they arrive at the tavern they walk inside, silently ordering a room with the little money they do have, before buying the cheapest meal they can, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Despite wearing identical clothes they provide different auras around them, the larger's dark and ominous, while the smaller's filled with a brightness. They eat without words begin spoken.
Thirteen sits not far away at his typical booth, pondering his orrery. He looks up at the pair curiously.
Whenever he looks at them the larger seems to stare back, like they're burrowing into Thirteen's soul with their dark eyes, but the smaller always tugs on their cloak and stops them.
This only heightens Thirteen’s interests. He tucks the orb back into his satchel and takes out his journal.
Radiant energy seems to move off the smaller in waves as they talk to each other silently. Eventually the larger seems to slump their shoulders as the smaller waves Thirteen over.
Thirteen stands and moves over, not sitting, trying to gauge their reaction. “Yes?”
The larger doesnt speak, although the smaller does, having the voice of a young child "Hello, nice to meet you."
“Good to meet you to. What did you want?” Thirteen sits down tentatively. Insight: 12
They tilt their head, still not visible through the cloak, as far as Thirteen can tell, these are just some strange travelers like everyone else. They say "I don't know." They look up to the larger who just shakes their head.
“Alright. Well, uh… welcome to the Lord’s Rest.” He offers a handshake. “It’s a nice place. Most of the time.”
The smaller shakes their hand, revealing their hand, porcelain, like a finely crafted doll "Happy to be here!" They say, Thirteen can tell they're a child at this point.
“…alright, uh. See you, I guess.” Thirteen stands back up awkwardly, not sure how to go about with this interaction and not sure why this person called him over to begin with.
The larger begins to softly scold the smaller for yelling, and for revealing their hand, finishing their food and heading to their room. Thirteen can see that where the larger seat and stepped it had begun to rot, the nercosis more than just his aura.
This is very much intriguing to Thirteen. He hurries over, quickly recording all that he can observe of this phenomenon on a fresh journal page.
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
Aesir walks up to Shen in his lycanthrope form and says "what's your name stranger?"
He opens a single, piercing blue eyes, before kicking up to his feet with no effort. He bows deeply, "Nice to meet you, I'm Shen."
aesir smiles, extends his hand out, and says "My name is Aesir Grayoak there is no need for such formalities shen"
He shakes the hand with a firm grip, a matching friendly smile on his face "That's an interesting name Aesir. If you say so."
Aesir chuckles and says "Why thank you shen what profession are you in?"
"You could say my job is to... remove pests lets say." He says, rubbing the back of his brown messy hair.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*There is none. Just try and be reasonable. It's not the Dome.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Begin mission: Find the feline*
*Time: 5:00:00 Score 00000*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Okie doke*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Tis good to see that thou art faring well! Say, wouldst thou like to partake in our roles upon this grand stage? Mine fabrications are eager to perform their roles!*
*Totally lol. Then again, it is much more fun to converse as such.*
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 wouldst, but the wyrd demeandeth I must leaveth in 15 units of time, and improper preparation may resulteth in mine superiors being en-pissened.*
*In other words, I have an appointment for a haircut soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The smaller shakes their hand, revealing their hand, porcelain, like a finely crafted doll "Happy to be here!" They say, Thirteen can tell they're a child at this point.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He opens a single, piercing blue eyes, before kicking up to his feet with no effort. He bows deeply, "Nice to meet you, I'm Shen."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“…alright, uh. See you, I guess.” Thirteen stands back up awkwardly, not sure how to go about with this interaction and not sure why this person called him over to begin with.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Very well, for I have patience aplenty. Therefore, I shalt leave this passage for thine return. May the impending ceremony be a most merry occasion!*
KK is in her studio, going over the blueprints she received from the one she met deep beneath that hotel. The warbling hiss of static makes her frustrations known, though she seems somewhat conflicted as well.
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 larger begins to softly scold the smaller for yelling, and for revealing their hand, finishing their food and heading to their room. Thirteen can see that where the larger seat and stepped it had begun to rot, the nercosis more than just his aura.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good morning. The urge to make a stormtrooper deserter is overwhelming me right now.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
aesir smiles, extends his hand out, and says "My name is Aesir Grayoak there is no need for such formalities shen"
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He shakes the hand with a firm grip, a matching friendly smile on his face "That's an interesting name Aesir. If you say so."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Aesir chuckles and says "Why thank you shen what profession are you in?"
Extended signature
*again?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
This is very much intriguing to Thirteen. He hurries over, quickly recording all that he can observe of this phenomenon on a fresh journal page.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Yeah. This one would be more polished though. But I also wanna make a subnautica inspired tavern too tbh*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yooooo a subnautica tavern would be so cool*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Yeah. I'm just trying to figure out how to run it.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You could say my job is to... remove pests lets say." He says, rubbing the back of his brown messy hair.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)