KK is at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
Stroth appears behind her, again. She grins madly "No luck?"
"No luck." She glumly replies. "Not with the signal, and not with the magic."
"Hmmm. Have you tried doing just AM or FM rather than satellite or something or whatever you do?"
"Both of them. The storm is making it hard to get much of anything."
She chuckles "Oh well.. how's the body coming along?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Traitor is in town, wondering about the sudden rainstorm that appeared on a previously cloudless day. She makes no effort to get out of the rain, though.
KK is at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
One of the stations is transmitting a quiet mechanical humming. The signal is clear despite the ongoing storm
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
Traitor is in town, wondering about the sudden rainstorm that appeared on a previously cloudless day. She makes no effort to get out of the rain, though.
KK is at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
One of the stations is transmitting a quiet mechanical humming. The signal is clear despite the ongoing storm
"Hmmm..." She tries to tune into the signal further.
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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 at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
Stroth appears behind her, again. She grins madly "No luck?"
"No luck." She glumly replies. "Not with the signal, and not with the magic."
"Hmmm. Have you tried doing just AM or FM rather than satellite or something or whatever you do?"
"Both of them. The storm is making it hard to get much of anything."
She chuckles "Oh well.. how's the body coming along?"
"It's coming along. I thought I had it figured out once before, but I realized that actually, being a biomechanical superstructure probably isn't the best long-term."
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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 at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
Stroth appears behind her, again. She grins madly "No luck?"
"No luck." She glumly replies. "Not with the signal, and not with the magic."
"Hmmm. Have you tried doing just AM or FM rather than satellite or something or whatever you do?"
"Both of them. The storm is making it hard to get much of anything."
She chuckles "Oh well.. how's the body coming along?"
"It's coming along. I thought I had it figured out once before, but I realized that actually, being a biomechanical superstructure probably isn't the best long-term."
"Have you tried basic DNA samples to try and clone one?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
William is boxing with Samaritan outside, the latter pining him to the ground over and over again. William gets up and rolls his shoulders, bruises and cuts blooming over his body from the sparring.
Stroth is looking through her spell book, grumbling about how she needs to update the spells she has written in here. She is dressed in a simple orange sweater and cargo joggers.
Ali is sipping green tea, sitting under a large elm tree and watching the rain.
Shen watches from nearby, rebandaging his arms, tossing something in-between his hands with a soft smile on his face. Today wearing a plain black gi, though the tie he always seems to be wearing is missing.
Merabelle is walking around eating what appears to be the remains of someone's hand when they see her, walking over to see the spellbook for themselves.
Rowan is watching the rain, trying to think of something, anything to write, though he's been in a bit of a slump for the past few weeks.
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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.'
KK is at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
Stroth appears behind her, again. She grins madly "No luck?"
"No luck." She glumly replies. "Not with the signal, and not with the magic."
"Hmmm. Have you tried doing just AM or FM rather than satellite or something or whatever you do?"
"Both of them. The storm is making it hard to get much of anything."
She chuckles "Oh well.. how's the body coming along?"
"It's coming along. I thought I had it figured out once before, but I realized that actually, being a biomechanical superstructure probably isn't the best long-term."
"Have you tried basic DNA samples to try and clone one?"
"DNA samples of what?" She gestures to herself. "I'm all synthetic material."
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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)
Traitor is in town, wondering about the sudden rainstorm that appeared on a previously cloudless day. She makes no effort to get out of the rain, though.
KK is at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
One of the stations is transmitting a quiet mechanical humming. The signal is clear despite the ongoing storm
"Hmmm..." She tries to tune into the signal further.
As she tunes into it, the humming seems to grow louder. Whatever is broadcasting seems to have noticed someone trying to tune in
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
William is boxing with Samaritan outside, the latter pining him to the ground over and over again. William gets up and rolls his shoulders, bruises and cuts blooming over his body from the sparring.
Stroth is looking through her spell book, grumbling about how she needs to update the spells she has written in here. She is dressed in a simple orange sweater and cargo joggers.
Ali is sipping green tea, sitting under a large elm tree and watching the rain.
Shen watches from nearby, rebandaging his arms, tossing something in-between his hands with a soft smile on his face. Today wearing a plain black gi, though the tie he always seems to be wearing is missing.
Merabelle is walking around eating what appears to be the remains of someone's hand when they see her, walking over to see the spellbook for themselves.
Rowan is watching the rain, trying to think of something, anything to write, though he's been in a bit of a slump for the past few weeks.
Samaritan let's him get up, chuckling "Had enough?" He asks. William rolls his eyes and cracks his neck "I'm trying here, don't be rude."
The spellbook is OLD. The pages are so yellow they're almost brown. The ink is slightly faded. The binds are made of black metal and crystal. Little doodles are on the pages of some of the spells.
She walks over and tilts her head "You okay?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
KK is at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
Stroth appears behind her, again. She grins madly "No luck?"
"No luck." She glumly replies. "Not with the signal, and not with the magic."
"Hmmm. Have you tried doing just AM or FM rather than satellite or something or whatever you do?"
"Both of them. The storm is making it hard to get much of anything."
She chuckles "Oh well.. how's the body coming along?"
"It's coming along. I thought I had it figured out once before, but I realized that actually, being a biomechanical superstructure probably isn't the best long-term."
"Have you tried basic DNA samples to try and clone one?"
"DNA samples of what?" She gestures to herself. "I'm all synthetic material."
"No no, to make a new body you could try and get transfered into an organic body."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Riotan is digging a lot of holes in a field for some reason.
Vitroze is trying to install Linux. They’re currently going insane.
The Seer appears a distance away, watching the insanity unfold with sadistic glee.
Vitroze is trying desperately to fix their kernel, and then turns, seemingly staring at Seer despite lacking a head. “Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment??”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Traitor is in town, wondering about the sudden rainstorm that appeared on a previously cloudless day. She makes no effort to get out of the rain, though.
KK is at the Inn, the crackling of static being heard around her. She looks visibly unwell as she tries to find a signal- unfortunately, the current weather makes that difficult.
One of the stations is transmitting a quiet mechanical humming. The signal is clear despite the ongoing storm
"Hmmm..." She tries to tune into the signal further.
As she tunes into it, the humming seems to grow louder. Whatever is broadcasting seems to have noticed someone trying to tune in
"Now what have we here?.." She mutters to herself, continuing to refine the signal.
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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)
She chuckles "Oh well.. how's the body coming along?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Hmmm..." She tries to tune into the signal further.
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)
"It's coming along. I thought I had it figured out once before, but I realized that actually, being a biomechanical superstructure probably isn't the best long-term."
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)
Thirteen is writing a new lesson plan.
Loriche is trying to learn how to read.
Riotan is digging a lot of holes in a field for some reason.
Vitroze is trying to install Linux. They’re currently going insane.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Have you tried basic DNA samples to try and clone one?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Anna, from afar, watches Riotan.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Shen watches from nearby, rebandaging his arms, tossing something in-between his hands with a soft smile on his face. Today wearing a plain black gi, though the tie he always seems to be wearing is missing.
Merabelle is walking around eating what appears to be the remains of someone's hand when they see her, walking over to see the spellbook for themselves.
Rowan is watching the rain, trying to think of something, anything to write, though he's been in a bit of a slump for the past few weeks.
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 Seer appears a distance away, watching the insanity unfold with sadistic glee.
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)
"DNA samples of what?" She gestures to herself. "I'm all synthetic material."
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)
Rio sighs and pulls himself out of the dirt, getting to his feet gingerly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As she tunes into it, the humming seems to grow louder. Whatever is broadcasting seems to have noticed someone trying to tune in
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Samaritan let's him get up, chuckling "Had enough?" He asks. William rolls his eyes and cracks his neck "I'm trying here, don't be rude."
The spellbook is OLD. The pages are so yellow they're almost brown. The ink is slightly faded. The binds are made of black metal and crystal. Little doodles are on the pages of some of the spells.
She walks over and tilts her head "You okay?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No no, to make a new body you could try and get transfered into an organic body."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Vitroze is trying desperately to fix their kernel, and then turns, seemingly staring at Seer despite lacking a head. “Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Anna raises a brow, still watching.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks up at her and grins. “Hey Annie! How you holding up?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Now what have we here?.." She mutters to herself, continuing to refine the signal.
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 don't know whether I want Barbeau or Felix to talk to Samaritan.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*No sleep. Smile 2 was actually traumatizing.*
Theren is sitting in his room. He sits amongst a broken guitar and torn music sheets.
The Imperials are fixing up an old AT-AT.
Dyn has gone insane, standing amongst a bunch of slaughtered townsfolk.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.