"Heh. You're really going throught with this? How rotten must you be? Heheheheh... This tavern is at the crossroads to three wildly different countries. That is where you will find the kids. Most of them have families, though, so keep that in mind when you go child-napping."
She can tell he's hiding something from her. It must be truly awful for him not to taunt her with it right now.
"...What's the catch? I can tell you're hiding something. Might as well let me know so we're on the same page."
"Oh, nothing... you just remind me of a little ghost. You know, taking children from their homes, destroying them, using their flesh for her own selfish goals... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
"Heh. You're really going throught with this? How rotten must you be? Heheheheh... This tavern is at the crossroads to three wildly different countries. That is where you will find the kids. Most of them have families, though, so keep that in mind when you go child-napping."
She can tell he's hiding something from her. It must be truly awful for him not to taunt her with it right now.
"...What's the catch? I can tell you're hiding something. Might as well let me know so we're on the same page."
"Oh, nothing... you just remind me of a little ghost. You know, taking children from their homes, destroying them, using their flesh for her own selfish goals... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
"...You think I still care about that?" Her voice is quiet and solemn. "I've come too far to bother myself with things like that. Heh. I couldn't even go back if I tried. Kiko is dead."
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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)
"Oh, nothing... you just remind me of a little ghost. You know, taking children from their homes, destroying them, using their flesh for her own selfish goals... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
"...You think I still care about that?" Her voice is quiet and solemn. "I've come too far to bother myself with things like that. Heh. I couldn't even go back if I tried. Kiko is dead."
"Oh, no, she lives on. You just don't want to admit it. You are a coward. You are afraid of your own fear. Afraid of yourself. And I hhhate you. You're just like me. You lost your body, your mind, your senses, your soul, but what makes us different? You are so obsessed, so afraid of your failures, so certain that your goal matters that you would sacrifice all those things a second time. You. Are. Sickening. And you don't even have the capacity to care."
His staticky breathing gets heavy. "All the world to explore, all the love you could receive, and you give it all away for a piece of paper. Your kind will always find me, and I will always give you what you want, hoping, begging the gods that you would just understand. You people haunt me. A homogenous mass of selfishness. I will say it again: I. HATE. YOU. And I'm not going to let you forget it."
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
"Oh, nothing... you just remind me of a little ghost. You know, taking children from their homes, destroying them, using their flesh for her own selfish goals... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
"...You think I still care about that?" Her voice is quiet and solemn. "I've come too far to bother myself with things like that. Heh. I couldn't even go back if I tried. Kiko is dead."
"Oh, no, she lives on. You just don't want to admit it. You are a coward. You are afraid of your own fear. Afraid of yourself. And I hhhate you. You're just like me. You lost your body, your mind, your senses, your soul, but what makes us different? You are so obsessed, so afraid of your failures, so certain that your goal matters that you would sacrifice all those things a second time. You. Are. Sickening. And you don't even have the capacity to care."
His staticky breathing gets heavy. "All the world to explore, all the love you could receive, and you give it all away for a piece of paper. Your kind will always find me, and I will always give you what you want, hoping, begging the gods that you would just understand. You people haunt me. A homogenous mass of selfishness. I will say it again: I. HATE. YOU. And I'm not going to let you forget it."
She is silent again for a long time. The radio static around her grows louder until it is a near-deafening crackling blur: So much sound it nearly loops back around to being silence.
"...Alright, fine. I am a monster- there, you happy? Maybe it was stupid of me to think there was a chance I could be happy. Maybe it was stupid to think I could be good! If I'm so beyond redemption that this is the only path I have, then the least I can do is stop feeling bad about the options I have... Is that what you wanted to hear?"
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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)
"Oh, no, she lives on. You just don't want to admit it. You are a coward. You are afraid of your own fear. Afraid of yourself. And I hhhate you. You're just like me. You lost your body, your mind, your senses, your soul, but what makes us different? You are so obsessed, so afraid of your failures, so certain that your goal matters that you would sacrifice all those things a second time. You. Are. Sickening. And you don't even have the capacity to care."
His staticky breathing gets heavy. "All the world to explore, all the love you could receive, and you give it all away for a piece of paper. Your kind will always find me, and I will always give you what you want, hoping, begging the gods that you would just understand. You people haunt me. A homogenous mass of selfishness. I will say it again: I. HATE. YOU. And I'm not going to let you forget it."
She is silent again for a long time. The radio static around her grows louder until it is a near-deafening crackling blur: So much sound it nearly loops back around to being silence.
"...Alright, fine. I am a monster- there, you happy? Maybe it was stupid of me to think there was a chance I could be happy. Maybe it was stupid to think I could be good! If I'm so beyond redemption that this is the only path I have, then the least I can do is stop feeling bad about the options I have... Is that what you wanted to hear?"
The nightmare laughs maniacally, so loud that it cuts through the static as if it were nothing. Utterly overpowering it. "NO! You didn't listen! You think I'm like your precious Seer, wanting nothing but suffering? Immortality? Power? No. I've had enough of it. All of it."
She sees a towering shadow as something looms over her from behind, the radio burning out. Actually, the radio hasn't been functional for a while. "But I'll never have enough. It's not in my nature. I'll always make the deal. Always try one more time to express myself to you insolvent fools. You haven't seen me in motion, girl." A mechanical hand grips her left arm. Then another on her right. On her neck. On her torso. They wrap around her, too many for any rational creature made by any sane god. "I want you to give up. You have had it so. (GP)ing. Good. And you don't give a (GP)." The claws on her neck begin to squeeze, more of a gesture of strength than to actually suffocate her. "But if this is really what you want, really what you're willing to give up... then I will not stop you. Every step of the process is worse than the last. Every breath you take will be agony. If I cannot have your Eden, and you refuse to care for it, I will creep into the garden and make it into Hell."
"Oh, no, she lives on. You just don't want to admit it. You are a coward. You are afraid of your own fear. Afraid of yourself. And I hhhate you. You're just like me. You lost your body, your mind, your senses, your soul, but what makes us different? You are so obsessed, so afraid of your failures, so certain that your goal matters that you would sacrifice all those things a second time. You. Are. Sickening. And you don't even have the capacity to care."
His staticky breathing gets heavy. "All the world to explore, all the love you could receive, and you give it all away for a piece of paper. Your kind will always find me, and I will always give you what you want, hoping, begging the gods that you would just understand. You people haunt me. A homogenous mass of selfishness. I will say it again: I. HATE. YOU. And I'm not going to let you forget it."
She is silent again for a long time. The radio static around her grows louder until it is a near-deafening crackling blur: So much sound it nearly loops back around to being silence.
"...Alright, fine. I am a monster- there, you happy? Maybe it was stupid of me to think there was a chance I could be happy. Maybe it was stupid to think I could be good! If I'm so beyond redemption that this is the only path I have, then the least I can do is stop feeling bad about the options I have... Is that what you wanted to hear?"
The nightmare laughs maniacally, so loud that it cuts through the static as if it were nothing. Utterly overpowering it. "NO! You didn't listen! You think I'm like your precious Seer, wanting nothing but suffering? Immortality? Power? No. I've had enough of it. All of it."
She sees a towering shadow as something looms over her from behind, the radio burning out. Actually, the radio hasn't been functional for a while. "But I'll never have enough. It's not in my nature. I'll always make the deal. Always try one more time to express myself to you insolvent fools. You haven't seen me in motion, girl." A mechanical hand grips her left arm. Then another on her right. On her neck. On her torso. They wrap around her, too many for any rational creature made by any sane god. "I want you to give up. You have had it so. (GP)ing. Good. And you don't give a (GP)." The claws on her neck begin to squeeze, more of a gesture of strength than to actually suffocate her. "But if this is really what you want, really what you're willing to give up... then I will not stop you. Every step of the process is worse than the last. Every breath you take will be agony. If I cannot have your Eden, and you refuse to care for it, I will creep into the garden and make it into Hell."
"...Okay. I'll listen. Pathetic, I know, but that's not the matter. What do I need to do?"
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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 nightmare laughs maniacally, so loud that it cuts through the static as if it were nothing. Utterly overpowering it. "NO! You didn't listen! You think I'm like your precious Seer, wanting nothing but suffering? Immortality? Power? No. I've had enough of it. All of it."
She sees a towering shadow as something looms over her from behind, the radio burning out. Actually, the radio hasn't been functional for a while. "But I'll never have enough. It's not in my nature. I'll always make the deal. Always try one more time to express myself to you insolvent fools. You haven't seen me in motion, girl." A mechanical hand grips her left arm. Then another on her right. On her neck. On her torso. They wrap around her, too many for any rational creature made by any sane god. "I want you to give up. You have had it so. (GP)ing. Good. And you don't give a (GP)." The claws on her neck begin to squeeze, more of a gesture of strength than to actually suffocate her. "But if this is really what you want, really what you're willing to give up... then I will not stop you. Every step of the process is worse than the last. Every breath you take will be agony. If I cannot have your Eden, and you refuse to care for it, I will creep into the garden and make it into Hell."
"...Okay. I'll listen. Pathetic, I know, but that's not the matter. What do I need to do?"
A knife-like talon slowly moves in front of her and stabs into blueprint. Step One. The entity dissolves. She is alone in the room once more.
*Was Pod too harsh this time? I feel like I might have played him a bit too discomforting.*
The Red Plate has seemingly reopened in town. Rebuilt and more modern than last time. William is inside, preparing vegetables for later when the dinner rush comes in.
Ichigo is sitting on the floor of the library, playing with his cat. The little critter chases a few of the bugs that crawl from his armor, being careful not to kill or squash them.
Okigaro is in her hut, making some leek soup. She grumbles to herself as her digs, three giant hellhounds, try to steal sausages from the counter.
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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
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"Oh, nothing... you just remind me of a little ghost. You know, taking children from their homes, destroying them, using their flesh for her own selfish goals... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Aesir follows him and says "I'll buy myself a drink shen and also here" aesir then tosses him a pouch of gold coins
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He catches the pouch without looking, chuckling "Compensation for my victory? I'm honored by the thought." He walks in, ordering himself a drink.
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.)
"...You think I still care about that?" Her voice is quiet and solemn. "I've come too far to bother myself with things like that. Heh. I couldn't even go back if I tried. Kiko is dead."
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, no, she lives on. You just don't want to admit it. You are a coward. You are afraid of your own fear. Afraid of yourself. And I hhhate you. You're just like me. You lost your body, your mind, your senses, your soul, but what makes us different? You are so obsessed, so afraid of your failures, so certain that your goal matters that you would sacrifice all those things a second time. You. Are. Sickening. And you don't even have the capacity to care."
His staticky breathing gets heavy. "All the world to explore, all the love you could receive, and you give it all away for a piece of paper. Your kind will always find me, and I will always give you what you want, hoping, begging the gods that you would just understand. You people haunt me. A homogenous mass of selfishness. I will say it again: I. HATE. YOU. And I'm not going to let you forget it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(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
*Theren and Wendi are on, ask them.*
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.)
She is silent again for a long time. The radio static around her grows louder until it is a near-deafening crackling blur: So much sound it nearly loops back around to being silence.
"...Alright, fine. I am a monster- there, you happy? Maybe it was stupid of me to think there was a chance I could be happy. Maybe it was stupid to think I could be good! If I'm so beyond redemption that this is the only path I have, then the least I can do is stop feeling bad about the options I have... Is that what you wanted to hear?"
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 nightmare laughs maniacally, so loud that it cuts through the static as if it were nothing. Utterly overpowering it. "NO! You didn't listen! You think I'm like your precious Seer, wanting nothing but suffering? Immortality? Power? No. I've had enough of it. All of it."
She sees a towering shadow as something looms over her from behind, the radio burning out. Actually, the radio hasn't been functional for a while. "But I'll never have enough. It's not in my nature. I'll always make the deal. Always try one more time to express myself to you insolvent fools. You haven't seen me in motion, girl." A mechanical hand grips her left arm. Then another on her right. On her neck. On her torso. They wrap around her, too many for any rational creature made by any sane god. "I want you to give up. You have had it so. (GP)ing. Good. And you don't give a (GP)." The claws on her neck begin to squeeze, more of a gesture of strength than to actually suffocate her. "But if this is really what you want, really what you're willing to give up... then I will not stop you. Every step of the process is worse than the last. Every breath you take will be agony. If I cannot have your Eden, and you refuse to care for it, I will creep into the garden and make it into Hell."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Weeee.*
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
*Hello Wendi*
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.)
*My darling! Oh, gorgeous!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
( new guy in onion are like worms thread Wendi)
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"...Okay. I'll listen. Pathetic, I know, but that's not the matter. What do I need to do?"
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)
*Would anybody be interested in roleplaying?*
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
A knife-like talon slowly moves in front of her and stabs into blueprint. Step One. The entity dissolves. She is alone in the room once more.
*Was Pod too harsh this time? I feel like I might have played him a bit too discomforting.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am interested right now, if that's fine with you.*
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.)
(busy chatting with lion and the new guy on onions are like worms thread)
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*I would be happy to, Skrunki!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Red Plate has seemingly reopened in town. Rebuilt and more modern than last time. William is inside, preparing vegetables for later when the dinner rush comes in.
Ichigo is sitting on the floor of the library, playing with his cat. The little critter chases a few of the bugs that crawl from his armor, being careful not to kill or squash them.
Okigaro is in her hut, making some leek soup. She grumbles to herself as her digs, three giant hellhounds, try to steal sausages from the counter.
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