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
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.
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.
Rag makes his way outside of the Red plate, knocking on the door with a finger, trying his hardest not to turn said door into splinters. He has a bit of his own food he made in his free time, wanting to give a fellow cook a gift.
The porcelain child has taken off their cloak in the library, revealing that most of their body truly is like that of a doll, but despite this they still seem to be alive, and human. They are reading a kid's book nearby.
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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.'
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.
Rag makes his way outside of the Red plate, knocking on the door with a finger, trying his hardest not to turn said door into splinters. He has a bit of his own food he made in his free time, wanting to give a fellow cook a gift.
The porcelain child has taken off their cloak in the library, revealing that most of their body truly is like that of a doll, but despite this they still seem to be alive, and human. They are reading a kid's book nearby.
William steps out, wiping off his hands on a towel "May I help you?" He asks, tilting his head.
Ichigo looks over and blinks underneath his hood. He pulls out a little carved wooden toy shaped like a lion and hands it to them.
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.
*It's taking way too long for me to decide, so I'm just going to throw Podmorski at all three.*
An especially plump strugel with gold markings walks in, his eyes covered by sunglasses. He wears a black raincoat with a matching hat. He also has a fancy waistcoat underneath his coat.
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.
*It's taking way too long for me to decide, so I'm just going to throw Podmorski at all three.*
An especially plump strugel with gold markings walks in, his eyes covered by sunglasses. He wears a black raincoat with a matching hat. He also has a fancy waistcoat underneath his coat.
William looks over at them, his eyes narrowing. He bristles a bit but says nothing.
Ichigo looks up, almost mistaking then for Felix. He sighs and goes back to his cat.
Okigaro huffs and places her hands on her hips "YER LATE!"
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.*
She falls to her knees, visibly shaking. The static creeps back in to its near-deafening state, drowning out the sounds of her incoherent screaming.
*For most, probably. However, I feel like Pod's "The Reason You Suck" speech might be exactly what KK needs to potentially realize that she might be able to avoid going past the moral event horizon and give up her plan to become a biomechanical monstrosity. We'll see if it sticks ;)*
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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 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.
Rag makes his way outside of the Red plate, knocking on the door with a finger, trying his hardest not to turn said door into splinters. He has a bit of his own food he made in his free time, wanting to give a fellow cook a gift.
The porcelain child has taken off their cloak in the library, revealing that most of their body truly is like that of a doll, but despite this they still seem to be alive, and human. They are reading a kid's book nearby.
William steps out, wiping off his hands on a towel "May I help you?" He asks, tilting his head.
Ichigo looks over and blinks underneath his hood. He pulls out a little carved wooden toy shaped like a lion and hands it to them.
He holds out the bowl of stew, warm from the scales on his hand "I would like to provide you with this, it isn't much though." The smell is absolutely fantastic. Cooking utensils:35
The child looks up, their eyes beaming with joy as they gingerly take the toy on out Ichigo's hands, their voice weak, matching their strange appearance "T-thank... you."
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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.'
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.
Rag makes his way outside of the Red plate, knocking on the door with a finger, trying his hardest not to turn said door into splinters. He has a bit of his own food he made in his free time, wanting to give a fellow cook a gift.
The porcelain child has taken off their cloak in the library, revealing that most of their body truly is like that of a doll, but despite this they still seem to be alive, and human. They are reading a kid's book nearby.
William steps out, wiping off his hands on a towel "May I help you?" He asks, tilting his head.
Ichigo looks over and blinks underneath his hood. He pulls out a little carved wooden toy shaped like a lion and hands it to them.
He holds out the bowl of stew, warm from the scales on his hand "I would like to provide you with this, it isn't much though." The smell is absolutely fantastic. Cooking utensils:49
The child looks up, their eyes beaming with joy as they gingerly take the toy on out Ichigo's hands, their voice weak, matching their strange appearance "T-thank... you."
He takes it and tries it, but due to inability to taste, he shrugs and hands it back "From the texture and consistency alone, it is good."
He nods, the cat purring happily and it runs over to them.
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
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.
Rag makes his way outside of the Red plate, knocking on the door with a finger, trying his hardest not to turn said door into splinters. He has a bit of his own food he made in his free time, wanting to give a fellow cook a gift.
The porcelain child has taken off their cloak in the library, revealing that most of their body truly is like that of a doll, but despite this they still seem to be alive, and human. They are reading a kid's book nearby.
William steps out, wiping off his hands on a towel "May I help you?" He asks, tilting his head.
Ichigo looks over and blinks underneath his hood. He pulls out a little carved wooden toy shaped like a lion and hands it to them.
He holds out the bowl of stew, warm from the scales on his hand "I would like to provide you with this, it isn't much though." The smell is absolutely fantastic. Cooking utensils:49
The child looks up, their eyes beaming with joy as they gingerly take the toy on out Ichigo's hands, their voice weak, matching their strange appearance "T-thank... you."
He takes it and tries it, but due to inability to taste, he shrugs and hands it back "From the texture and consistency alone, it is good."
He nods, the cat purring happily and it runs over to them.
He smiles, although he's a bit disappointed "Hmm, do you have anything to tell me, any advice to improve upon what is already there?" He says, taking it back and beginning to eat.
The child pets the cat with his false skin "W-who... you?" Ichigo can tell he's very young, although he has a body like that of a young teenager.
*It's taking way too long for me to decide, so I'm just going to throw Podmorski at all three.*
An especially plump strugel with gold markings walks in, his eyes covered by sunglasses. He wears a black raincoat with a matching hat. He also has a fancy waistcoat underneath his coat.
William looks over at them, his eyes narrowing. He bristles a bit but says nothing.
Ichigo looks up, almost mistaking then for Felix. He sighs and goes back to his cat.
Okigaro huffs and places her hands on her hips "YER LATE!"
The strugel looks up at him. "I-is something wrong, sir?" His voice is raspy and breathless. Utterly exhausted.
He walks over slowly. "Were you expecting someone?" He whispers.
He bows repeatedly. "And for that I am deeply sorry, mother. I was playing with my friends and I got caught up in a game I didn't really want to play. I should have just told them it was time to go home..." He seems genuine.
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 :>)
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
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
Rag makes his way outside of the Red plate, knocking on the door with a finger, trying his hardest not to turn said door into splinters. He has a bit of his own food he made in his free time, wanting to give a fellow cook a gift.
The porcelain child has taken off their cloak in the library, revealing that most of their body truly is like that of a doll, but despite this they still seem to be alive, and human. They are reading a kid's book nearby.
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.)
William steps out, wiping off his hands on a towel "May I help you?" He asks, tilting his head.
Ichigo looks over and blinks underneath his hood. He pulls out a little carved wooden toy shaped like a lion and hands it to them.
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
*It's taking way too long for me to decide, so I'm just going to throw Podmorski at all three.*
An especially plump strugel with gold markings walks in, his eyes covered by sunglasses. He wears a black raincoat with a matching hat. He also has a fancy waistcoat underneath his coat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William looks over at them, his eyes narrowing. He bristles a bit but says nothing.
Ichigo looks up, almost mistaking then for Felix. He sighs and goes back to his cat.
Okigaro huffs and places her hands on her hips "YER 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
She falls to her knees, visibly shaking. The static creeps back in to its near-deafening state, drowning out the sounds of her incoherent screaming.
*For most, probably. However, I feel like Pod's "The Reason You Suck" speech might be exactly what KK needs to potentially realize that she might be able to avoid going past the moral event horizon and give up her plan to become a biomechanical monstrosity. We'll see if it sticks ;)*
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)
He holds out the bowl of stew, warm from the scales on his hand "I would like to provide you with this, it isn't much though." The smell is absolutely fantastic. Cooking utensils:35
The child looks up, their eyes beaming with joy as they gingerly take the toy on out Ichigo's hands, their voice weak, matching their strange appearance "T-thank... 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.)
He takes it and tries it, but due to inability to taste, he shrugs and hands it back "From the texture and consistency alone, it is good."
He nods, the cat purring happily and it runs over to them.
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
(made my classmates very confused lol)
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, although he's a bit disappointed "Hmm, do you have anything to tell me, any advice to improve upon what is already there?" He says, taking it back and beginning to eat.
The child pets the cat with his false skin "W-who... you?" Ichigo can tell he's very young, although he has a body like that of a young teenager.
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.)
The strugel looks up at him. "I-is something wrong, sir?" His voice is raspy and breathless. Utterly exhausted.
He walks over slowly. "Were you expecting someone?" He whispers.
He bows repeatedly. "And for that I am deeply sorry, mother. I was playing with my friends and I got caught up in a game I didn't really want to play. I should have just told them it was time to go home..." He seems genuine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I never said that I wanted that. I never even thought it. She would be an excellent target, but not what either of us are looking for in a victim."
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
*All it takes is one bite*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels