"It used to be that way here too. Monsters reigned supreme. I'm afraid that we may have regressed back to that..." He notices that Hyacinthe has a similar accent (voice claim Abijah Fowler).
He takes the gold piece she placed on the table and fetches her some craft beer that he made. It is also purple, and has quite a large foamy head on it. "I burned down my best friend's restaurant, and he was so hurt that he walked into it without a second thought. I don't think I qualify."
Podmorski takes a deep breath. "You know, I hate it when people say that. Forget what I was going to say. Why don't you have anything to lose? Can you answer that?"
"Almost did, you from Ireland pardner?" He says, smiling slightly, long sharp, clean whitened canines revealing themselves "Or at least somewhere close?"
She takes the beer, chugging it down in quick succession "No one who really does think they do don't they hun?" She wipes her lip of the beer, "You're a good egg, no matter what bad you've done. Now take the time to remember that." She says, smiling at them.
He looks down, disappointed he brought it up "B-because everything I've had to gain, I've lost. My life ain't been nothin' more than pain until recent. I'm barely alive."
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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.'
*I just got scared by my phone going 'Boom! Headshot' which is my notification ringtone.*
(lmao)
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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
"It used to be that way here too. Monsters reigned supreme. I'm afraid that we may have regressed back to that..." He notices that Hyacinthe has a similar accent (voice claim Abijah Fowler).
He takes the gold piece she placed on the table and fetches her some craft beer that he made. It is also purple, and has quite a large foamy head on it. "I burned down my best friend's restaurant, and he was so hurt that he walked into it without a second thought. I don't think I qualify."
Podmorski takes a deep breath. "You know, I hate it when people say that. Forget what I was going to say. Why don't you have anything to lose? Can you answer that?"
"Almost did, you from Ireland pardner?" He says, smiling slightly, long sharp, clean whitened canines revealing themselves "Or at least somewhere close?"
She takes the beer, chugging it down in quick succession "No one who really does think they do don't they hun?" She wipes her lip of the beer, "You're a good egg, no matter what bad you've done. Now take the time to remember that." She says, smiling at them.
He looks down, disappointed he brought it up "B-because everything I've had to gain, I've lost. My life ain't been nothin' more than pain until recent. I'm barely alive."
"Yes. Dear Ireland, 1744. We had just come out of a two-year famine. When I got out of prison, I found that... well, things hadn't gotten better in my absence. In almost any area."
He nods. "I'll try. Is there anything else you would like while I'm here?"
Pod's breathing hisses and crackles with static. "And who's fault is that? You can tell me. I won't judge. I shant tell a soul." His voice is caustic and distorted, as though his anger was corroding his vocal cords.
"Yes. Dear Ireland, 1744. We had just come out of a two-year famine. When I got out of prison, I found that... well, things hadn't gotten better in my absence. In almost any area."
He nods. "I'll try. Is there anything else you would like while I'm here?"
Pod's breathing hisses and crackles with static. "And who's fault is that? You can tell me. I won't judge. I shant tell a soul." His voice is caustic and distorted, as though his anger was corroding his vocal cords.
He spreads his arms wide "Ah! Good to see I'm not alone in this world. I haven't seen anyone from my homeland in some time!" He smiles wider before frowning and lowering his arrms "Things aren't doing good back home?"
She thinks for a moment before saying "Something simple to eat maybe, before I continue my training."
He looks down, his eyes leaking tears of blood onto the ground, soaking it and mixing into the mud "My fault. A sinner who dared to try being a hero, saving my friends from hell, and being damned to it myself instead."
Spice is eating spicy kimchi and udon noodles at the tavern bar, sipping on a pint of spiced apple rum. She grumbles to herself about the stuff being made here isn't nearly as spicy as back home.
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Donn has somehow made about thirty sweaters and is handing them out to anyone who would like one. His children already have some but these are just a byproduct of him getting way to focused.
Spice is eating spicy kimchi and udon noodles at the tavern bar, sipping on a pint of spiced apple rum. She grumbles to herself about the stuff being made here isn't nearly as spicy as back home.
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Donn has somehow made about thirty sweaters and is handing them out to anyone who would like one. His children already have some but these are just a byproduct of him getting way to focused.
Traitor notices him and approaches, only her luminous eyes being visible as she near-silently strides over. "Oh, hello!"
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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)
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Shen watches with a soft, bemused grin on his face and his arms behind his back. He's wearing a new gi, though styled the same as the others, the colors red and black mixing together wonderfully, his soft blue eyes tracking every motion.
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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.'
Spice is eating spicy kimchi and udon noodles at the tavern bar, sipping on a pint of spiced apple rum. She grumbles to herself about the stuff being made here isn't nearly as spicy as back home.
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Donn has somehow made about thirty sweaters and is handing them out to anyone who would like one. His children already have some but these are just a byproduct of him getting way to focused.
Traitor notices him and approaches, only her luminous eyes being visible as she near-silently strides over. "Oh, hello!"
Donn looks up and smiles 'Hello there, how are you?"
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Shen watches with a soft, bemused grin on his face and his arms behind his back. He's wearing a new gi, though styled the same as the others, the colors red and black mixing together wonderfully, his soft blue eyes tracking every motion.
Samaritan pins William down, snapping another bone. William winces, but doesn't scream in pain. "You have to remember not to leave yourself open. You may have your formal abilities but not your full strength yet.'
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Shen watches with a soft, bemused grin on his face and his arms behind his back. He's wearing a new gi, though styled the same as the others, the colors red and black mixing together wonderfully, his soft blue eyes tracking every motion.
Samaritan pins William down, snapping another bone. William winces, but doesn't scream in pain. "You have to remember not to leave yourself open. You may have your formal abilities but not your full strength yet.'
He chuckles softly, his eyes half open as he witnesses this brutal training "Rookie moves. At least he's learning." He leans against his staff, leaning forward "He's most likely pretty strong already, but he's relying on that."
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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.'
Spice is eating spicy kimchi and udon noodles at the tavern bar, sipping on a pint of spiced apple rum. She grumbles to herself about the stuff being made here isn't nearly as spicy as back home.
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Donn has somehow made about thirty sweaters and is handing them out to anyone who would like one. His children already have some but these are just a byproduct of him getting way to focused.
Traitor notices him and approaches, only her luminous eyes being visible as she near-silently strides over. "Oh, hello!"
Donn looks up and smiles 'Hello there, how are you?"
"I'm doing rather well today. You?" She becomes fully visible again.
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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)
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Shen watches with a soft, bemused grin on his face and his arms behind his back. He's wearing a new gi, though styled the same as the others, the colors red and black mixing together wonderfully, his soft blue eyes tracking every motion.
Samaritan pins William down, snapping another bone. William winces, but doesn't scream in pain. "You have to remember not to leave yourself open. You may have your formal abilities but not your full strength yet.'
He chuckles softly, his eyes half open as he witnesses this brutal training "Rookie moves. At least he's learning." He leans against his staff, leaning forward "He's most likely pretty strong already, but he's relying on that."
"That's the issue. He is relying on only his strength." Samaritan huffs. William grumbles and sits up, wiping blood from his nose.
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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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*Cool! Which characters do you wanna interact with?*
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 like all of your characters, so I have no preference.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Almost did, you from Ireland pardner?" He says, smiling slightly, long sharp, clean whitened canines revealing themselves "Or at least somewhere close?"
She takes the beer, chugging it down in quick succession "No one who really does think they do don't they hun?" She wipes her lip of the beer, "You're a good egg, no matter what bad you've done. Now take the time to remember that." She says, smiling at them.
He looks down, disappointed he brought it up "B-because everything I've had to gain, I've lost. My life ain't been nothin' more than pain until recent. I'm barely alive."
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.)
*Works with me! I'm glad you and others like my characters.*
KK is at her studio, drawing a schematic for what looks like a radio tower.
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 just got scared by my phone going 'Boom! Headshot' which is my notification ringtone.*
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
(lmao)
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
"Yes. Dear Ireland, 1744. We had just come out of a two-year famine. When I got out of prison, I found that... well, things hadn't gotten better in my absence. In almost any area."
He nods. "I'll try. Is there anything else you would like while I'm here?"
Pod's breathing hisses and crackles with static. "And who's fault is that? You can tell me. I won't judge. I shant tell a soul." His voice is caustic and distorted, as though his anger was corroding his vocal cords.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She can detect someone walking around outside, looking through the windows. They are unarmed and dressed in tattered clothes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Time for me to go for a bit!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He spreads his arms wide "Ah! Good to see I'm not alone in this world. I haven't seen anyone from my homeland in some time!" He smiles wider before frowning and lowering his arrms "Things aren't doing good back home?"
She thinks for a moment before saying "Something simple to eat maybe, before I continue my training."
He looks down, his eyes leaking tears of blood onto the ground, soaking it and mixing into the mud "My fault. A sinner who dared to try being a hero, saving my friends from hell, and being damned to it myself instead."
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.)
Spice is eating spicy kimchi and udon noodles at the tavern bar, sipping on a pint of spiced apple rum. She grumbles to herself about the stuff being made here isn't nearly as spicy as back home.
William and Samaritan are outside, sparring. William has already suffered three broken bones and a broken nose but still continues to fight. Samaritan laughs as he dodges each attack, critiquing William's form.
Donn has somehow made about thirty sweaters and is handing them out to anyone who would like one. His children already have some but these are just a byproduct of him getting way to focused.
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 sets down her pencil, standing up and moving to the window to look for herself.
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)
*And with that he's gone.*
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.)
Traitor notices him and approaches, only her luminous eyes being visible as she near-silently strides over. "Oh, hello!"
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)
Shen watches with a soft, bemused grin on his face and his arms behind his back. He's wearing a new gi, though styled the same as the others, the colors red and black mixing together wonderfully, his soft blue eyes tracking every motion.
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.)
Donn looks up and smiles 'Hello there, how are you?"
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
Samaritan pins William down, snapping another bone. William winces, but doesn't scream in pain. "You have to remember not to leave yourself open. You may have your formal abilities but not your full strength yet.'
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
He chuckles softly, his eyes half open as he witnesses this brutal training "Rookie moves. At least he's learning." He leans against his staff, leaning forward "He's most likely pretty strong already, but he's relying on that."
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.)
"I'm doing rather well today. You?" She becomes fully visible again.
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)
"That's the issue. He is relying on only his strength." Samaritan huffs. William grumbles and sits up, wiping blood from his nose.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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