They wait, and wait and wait until Shen says “What did you expect something to happen? I don’t have any bad memories I’m not at peace with, that’s how life goes.” He shrugs, eyes closed with a little grin
They nod, looking to the menu, before asking for a simple biscuit and water “I-if you don’t m-mind it ma’am.”
*Here, or we could start a new rp if you want dear Salem.*
*ahh. cutting it*
"We'll have to dig deeper.." he says, plunging two harmless fingers into the back of his head, digging around for something.
"Of course, that will be 3 copper coins." She says, smiling softly.
If he’s looking through his mind, he finds things that he feels regrets about, but not enough to damage his mind, he’s truly content with the mistakes he has made. He doesn’t resist.
They search through their pockets with a beaming smile, before pulling out three gold, holding it in their palm, proud of themselves, having mistaken it for copper “H-here ma’am.”
"You.... you are The One... my creation...." He says, gasping softly, withdrawing his fingers.
"Aww, thank you sweetie, but this is 3 gold, you gave me too much. But that's okay." She gives him 2 gold and 9 silver back, as well as his food.
He smiles back at them “I don’t think that’s true, I’m just a guy who is going to be the greatest of them all.” His eyes still closed, his smile still there.
They gasp, taking the money back as well as the food. They take a seat and slowly begin to eat, obviously not very used to eating without their ‘papa’. Their mouth unhinges, revealing pulsating flesh underneath the plastic as they eat.
KK is sketching something in her warehouse, conflicted. After a while, she sets down the paper and pencil and slumps back into her chair, her head in her hands. "What am I to do?" She says to no one in particular.
Salem, the multiversal friend, appears behind her, floating just above the top of the chair.
"That's always the question, isn't it?"
She whips around to look at them, surprised. "Oh, hello! I wasn't expecting... well, anyone to be here. Who are you?"
His white eyes shift to a creme color before reverting back quickly. "You aren't very well read, are you?" He says, upside down now.
"Well, I'm no prophet when it comes to guessing people's names. That, and I'm kinda new to here."
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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)
KK is sketching something in her warehouse, conflicted. After a while, she sets down the paper and pencil and slumps back into her chair, her head in her hands. "What am I to do?" She says to no one in particular.
Salem, the multiversal friend, appears behind her, floating just above the top of the chair.
"That's always the question, isn't it?"
She whips around to look at them, surprised. "Oh, hello! I wasn't expecting... well, anyone to be here. Who are you?"
His white eyes shift to a creme color before reverting back quickly. "You aren't very well read, are you?" He says, upside down now.
"Well, I'm no prophet when it comes to guessing people's names. That, and I'm kinda new to here."
"Well, little one, I know your name." he says, floating a bit lower. A story book drops into her lap, one about the entity in front of her. "I'm hurt you don't remember me.."
She opens the book to some random page. "Hmm... Salem, right? What brings you here?"
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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)
A massive factory, standing tall amongst the forest trees, has been there for centuries. However, it's massive metal doors have opened.
'Nather and Blubs Armory'... A tale as old as time. The deadliest weapon makers in all the lands and universe's. Their weapons were used in the Blood Wars between Demon and Devil kind, they were specially crafted for the God of War, and were distributed amongst the lands before all races even knew about each other. One could say this was how all the wars were started, but these finely crafted weapons that stood true despite the number of lives they took. However, when you create such beautiful weapons and everyone has one.. you tend to run yourself out of business.
While the years went by, 'Nather and Blubs Armory' became hollow, the forges no longer burning and the sound of hammers but a mere echo. While the faces of the proprietors were never discovered behind the metal walls, it is said one still lives in the remnant that is the factory.
The factory was once alight with fires that were there since the dawn of time. Automans resembling faceless creatures worked it's halls, forging guns and blades and hammers meant to wrought life or death upon its victim. It's halls are now empty, rust having took over the factory like mold on bread. The automans stand lifeless, statues of a better past.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
KK is sketching something in her warehouse, conflicted. After a while, she sets down the paper and pencil and slumps back into her chair, her head in her hands. "What am I to do?" She says to no one in particular.
Salem, the multiversal friend, appears behind her, floating just above the top of the chair.
"That's always the question, isn't it?"
She whips around to look at them, surprised. "Oh, hello! I wasn't expecting... well, anyone to be here. Who are you?"
His white eyes shift to a creme color before reverting back quickly. "You aren't very well read, are you?" He says, upside down now.
"Well, I'm no prophet when it comes to guessing people's names. That, and I'm kinda new to here."
"Well, little one, I know your name." he says, floating a bit lower. A story book drops into her lap, one about the entity in front of her. "I'm hurt you don't remember me.."
She opens the book to some random page. "Hmm... Salem, right? What brings you here?"
"You tell me." He says, crossing his arms. "I'm here to help you, or else I wouldn't have had my nap interrupted."
"I see... Well, I'm kind of in a rough situation right now. I made a deal to get blueprints for something I wanted to make, but turns out, actually building the thing would entail doing some morally bankrupt stuff. I don't want to do that, as one can imagine, but I lost so much in that bargain that I'm not sure if I have any other choice."
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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)
*crappy dnd character ideas* *an artificer who only creates those as seen on tv gadgets* *He will slap-chop you into oblivion*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He smiles back at them “I don’t think that’s true, I’m just a guy who is going to be the greatest of them all.” His eyes still closed, his smile still there.
They gasp, taking the money back as well as the food. They take a seat and slowly begin to eat, obviously not very used to eating without their ‘papa’. Their mouth unhinges, revealing pulsating flesh underneath the plastic as they eat.
*Wanna add another character?*
"Well, I'm no prophet when it comes to guessing people's names. That, and I'm kinda new to here."
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 sits back down, crosslegged “I’ve got the feeling that this fight is over, tell me when you’re done talking to yourself.”
When they are finished eating they clean their plate for her, holding the clean plate back up to them, proud of themselves.
Clem walks from out of the nearby forest, his claws and sword dripping blood, a rat’s tail peaking from his mouth.
*Oh yeah also, Saphuno would have seen Damian almost die in the tavern the day before.*
She opens the book to some random page. "Hmm... Salem, right? What brings you here?"
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)
*His curse, so the usual. Worse than usual though.*
He smiles at them “Thanks, I try to be, we should meditate some time, do some yoga, spar again. That sort of thing.”
They clasp their hands behind their back, rocking back and forth “C-can I help you? In the kitchen I mean.”
He smiles at them immediately, swallowing the rat’s remains “Oh hello there Lilac, good to see you again.”
A massive factory, standing tall amongst the forest trees, has been there for centuries. However, it's massive metal doors have opened.
'Nather and Blubs Armory'... A tale as old as time. The deadliest weapon makers in all the lands and universe's. Their weapons were used in the Blood Wars between Demon and Devil kind, they were specially crafted for the God of War, and were distributed amongst the lands before all races even knew about each other. One could say this was how all the wars were started, but these finely crafted weapons that stood true despite the number of lives they took. However, when you create such beautiful weapons and everyone has one.. you tend to run yourself out of business.
While the years went by, 'Nather and Blubs Armory' became hollow, the forges no longer burning and the sound of hammers but a mere echo. While the faces of the proprietors were never discovered behind the metal walls, it is said one still lives in the remnant that is the factory.
The factory was once alight with fires that were there since the dawn of time. Automans resembling faceless creatures worked it's halls, forging guns and blades and hammers meant to wrought life or death upon its victim. It's halls are now empty, rust having took over the factory like mold on bread. The automans stand lifeless, statues of a better past.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Welcome back Wendi, nice intro you got there.*
*Thank you, time for chinchilla power*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Love a lil guy that will kill you for very little, might have Rag interact.*
*Mwhahahahaha :)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I see... Well, I'm kind of in a rough situation right now. I made a deal to get blueprints for something I wanted to make, but turns out, actually building the thing would entail doing some morally bankrupt stuff. I don't want to do that, as one can imagine, but I lost so much in that bargain that I'm not sure if I have any other choice."
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)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*crappy dnd character ideas*
*an artificer who only creates those as seen on tv gadgets*
*He will slap-chop you into oblivion*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*Because Damian is me, and I’m not normal by any means.*
He smiles “That god you were talking about, they were a good fight, probably would have lost if he went all out though.”
They slowly nod “Oh… o-okay. I’m T-tim by the way, n-nice to meet you.” They look to the ground, staring at their feet.
Their fur stands up all over, turning them into a slight puffball “I would have totally seen you again, I wouldn’t leave or die just yet.”