Hyacinthe smiles when he sees her, a bit surprised. "Apologies, miss. Thought this place might be abandoned, and I was checking to make sure. Didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, hello there. Yeah, this place has been abandoned for a while, but I set up shop here a few weeks ago... wow, it's only been a few weeks since I... ah, never mind that. Why were you checking?"
"I am hoping to re-establish the demon hunter guild I was once a part of, founded on the principles of respect and temperance. Nowadays, hunters take what they want and don't care about collateral damage. It saddens my heart. The reason I was scouting was to find a place for a temporary guild hall. That way I would have a place to gather recruits." He looks past her. "Did you make all that? It's incredible."
"O- Oh, I see." She looks back at where he's looking. "Oh, thank you! Yes, they're all projects of mine. I haven't gotten around to finishing most of them, but that's not important. I'm something of an artist."
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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 famines have gotten worse. Demons are making it into a new Hell. No one is helping." His smile does not falter.
Felix nods and heads to the kitchen before returning with a big, hearty sandwich made from all sorts of meat and eggs fried in beef tallow. Even the bread is made with blood.
Pod drags a finger along Thane's cheek and tastes the blood. "And yet, would you do it again? If you had to do it all over, would you leave your friends to suffer?"
He adjust his hat and sniper rifle “If it were for what I’ve got to do here, I’d be there on the front lines putting bullets in between eyes until the famine were gone.”
She takes the sandwich, smiling down at Felix, “Well thank you for this, a real good lookin’ meal. You really are a blessin’ aren’t cha.” She begins to ravenously consume the sandwich, tearing into it.
He takes another moment to think, the blood somehow seems old, like it hasn’t pumped through his veins in a long time. He gives a simple answer “No.”
"That is an awful approach to population control, but I see your point. People are going to suffer and die no matter what. What little harvest we have left after the blight is being eaten by demons or the British." He seems perfectly calm with these facts. "I thought by now they would have been willing to help. But they don't think it's their problem so long as they keep getting their potatoes. And of course, they get first pick."
It's a lot of beef, but there's pork, chicken, and even some seafood in there. "A lot of people seem to think that."
"And they are here now? Maybe not healthy and happy, but they aren't in Hell, right?"
He spits on the ground at the mention of the British before saying “You don’t understand me mate. I meant I’m killin’ demons and British until people can get back to farming what they can.”
She enjoys every last bite, ripping through it like a cheetah through a gazelle. Once she finishes she politely cleans her mouth “Because you are sweetheart.”
He gives a mirthless chuckles, though he does smile softly “You’re right.”
"I am hoping to re-establish the demon hunter guild I was once a part of, founded on the principles of respect and temperance. Nowadays, hunters take what they want and don't care about collateral damage. It saddens my heart. The reason I was scouting was to find a place for a temporary guild hall. That way I would have a place to gather recruits." He looks past her. "Did you make all that? It's incredible."
"O- Oh, I see." She looks back at where he's looking. "Oh, thank you! Yes, they're all projects of mine. I haven't gotten around to finishing most of them, but that's not important. I'm something of an artist."
"If this is what your works look like unfinished, I'd say you're quite a brilliant one. It may be because I've been in prison for over 100 years, but I've never seen such incredible techniques. I spent a lot of time trying to appreciate art, but I never learned how to make it myself. I always admired people who were skilled at the craft."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Now, does anyone else want to role play? If so, you don’t need to pick characters anymore, though it would be slightly appreciated, still not fully comfortable picking my own just yet.*
*So do you want to rp or are you also asking? Either way, sure.*
"I am hoping to re-establish the demon hunter guild I was once a part of, founded on the principles of respect and temperance. Nowadays, hunters take what they want and don't care about collateral damage. It saddens my heart. The reason I was scouting was to find a place for a temporary guild hall. That way I would have a place to gather recruits." He looks past her. "Did you make all that? It's incredible."
"O- Oh, I see." She looks back at where he's looking. "Oh, thank you! Yes, they're all projects of mine. I haven't gotten around to finishing most of them, but that's not important. I'm something of an artist."
"If this is what your works look like unfinished, I'd say you're quite a brilliant one. It may be because I've been in prison for over 100 years, but I've never seen such incredible techniques. I spent a lot of time trying to appreciate art, but I never learned how to make it myself. I always admired people who were skilled at the craft."
"Why, thank you! The concepts and projects themselves are KK originals, though I learned the techniques from... from a fellow artist. It took me a while to reach the level of skill I have now, and I'm still more experienced in some mediums than others." *You can make an Insight check, if you want*
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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)
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
"That is an awful approach to population control, but I see your point. People are going to suffer and die no matter what. What little harvest we have left after the blight is being eaten by demons or the British." He seems perfectly calm with these facts. "I thought by now they would have been willing to help. But they don't think it's their problem so long as they keep getting their potatoes. And of course, they get first pick."
It's a lot of beef, but there's pork, chicken, and even some seafood in there. "A lot of people seem to think that."
"And they are here now? Maybe not healthy and happy, but they aren't in Hell, right?"
He spits on the ground at the mention of the British before saying “You don’t understand me mate. I meant I’m killin’ demons and British until people can get back to farming what they can.”
She enjoys every last bite, ripping through it like a cheetah through a gazelle. Once she finishes she politely cleans her mouth “Because you are sweetheart.”
He gives a mirthless chuckles, though he does smile softly “You’re right.”
He shakes his head. "You can't plow a field with a sword, nor water it with blood. The violence required would have to be on such an industrial scale that... well, after all that, we'd still have the blight to deal with, and no one would want to get near us."
"I'll take your word for it." Felix writes a reciept. The entire meal was covered by the gold she gave him.
"And you have the nerve to say you have nothing to lose." He tsks and shakes his head. "What a shame. I was going to offer you the power to save them yet again, but looks like they're... well, nothing to you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"O- Oh, I see." She looks back at where he's looking. "Oh, thank you! Yes, they're all projects of mine. I haven't gotten around to finishing most of them, but that's not important. I'm something of an artist."
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)
Alix is sitting on the roof of the tavern, watching the moon..
Iris is smoking, giggling to herself as she watches some ants carry away a pretzel.
Brother and Sister are currently pickpocketing some people.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He spits on the ground at the mention of the British before saying “You don’t understand me mate. I meant I’m killin’ demons and British until people can get back to farming what they can.”
She enjoys every last bite, ripping through it like a cheetah through a gazelle. Once she finishes she politely cleans her mouth “Because you are sweetheart.”
He gives a mirthless chuckles, though he does smile softly “You’re right.”
*Snippet for Donn and Traitor*
"The Fey Courts?" She seems intrigued.
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)
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*I already replied to that message, though it's from a little while ago.*
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)
"If this is what your works look like unfinished, I'd say you're quite a brilliant one. It may be because I've been in prison for over 100 years, but I've never seen such incredible techniques. I spent a lot of time trying to appreciate art, but I never learned how to make it myself. I always admired people who were skilled at the craft."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Indeed." He nods "She worked on the Summer Court under Tatiana and I worked under the Gloaming Court."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Salem?*
Alix raises a brow, tilting his head "You okay honey?"
"They are soooo weird dude, like they don't even know they live just a couple of days."
As the bomb beeps, it suddenly goes quiet, seeming not to blow up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why, thank you! The concepts and projects themselves are KK originals, though I learned the techniques from... from a fellow artist. It took me a while to reach the level of skill I have now, and I'm still more experienced in some mediums than others." *You can make an Insight check, if you want*
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)
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
He shakes his head. "You can't plow a field with a sword, nor water it with blood. The violence required would have to be on such an industrial scale that... well, after all that, we'd still have the blight to deal with, and no one would want to get near us."
"I'll take your word for it." Felix writes a reciept. The entire meal was covered by the gold she gave him.
"And you have the nerve to say you have nothing to lose." He tsks and shakes his head. "What a shame. I was going to offer you the power to save them yet again, but looks like they're... well, nothing to you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fascinating! I don't think I've ever been to the Feywild- what's it like?"
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)