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??”
"Is that where we are? Fascinating." She smiles a smile that feels a touch too wide and has a touch too many teeth. "What are you working on?"
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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 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?"
He chuckles "It's been ten minutes and you've spent nine of them on the ground, do you want to tap out and let me in?" He says, leaning on his staff.
She raises an eyebrow, tearing some more flesh off the hand, before saying "You may want a new spell book. Oh, Merabelle the Black Blood, nice to meet ya. An old friend of Sparrow's."
He crumbles up another piece of paper, holding his head "I've got nothing."
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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.'
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.
The signal goes quiet
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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?"
He chuckles "It's been ten minutes and you've spent nine of them on the ground, do you want to tap out and let me in?" He says, leaning on his staff.
She raises an eyebrow, tearing some more flesh off the hand, before saying "You may want a new spell book. Oh, Merabelle the Black Blood, nice to meet ya. An old friend of Sparrow's."
He crumbles up another piece of paper, holding his head "I've got nothing."
He grumbles and stalks off, sitting down in the grass. Samaritan snorts, laughing a bit.
"I know but I like this one. Had it in my former life. Nice to meet you, I'm his lover." She grins.
She unfolds one of the them, looking it over.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Why not both?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Is that where we are? Fascinating." She smiles a smile that feels a touch too wide and has a touch too many teeth. "What are you working on?"
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 chuckles "It's been ten minutes and you've spent nine of them on the ground, do you want to tap out and let me in?" He says, leaning on his staff.
She raises an eyebrow, tearing some more flesh off the hand, before saying "You may want a new spell book. Oh, Merabelle the Black Blood, nice to meet ya. An old friend of Sparrow's."
He crumbles up another piece of paper, holding his head "I've got nothing."
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.)
*Fair point. You wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Snippet for KK and Stroth*
"Ah, I see. I don't believe I've tried that yet." She produces a notepad from her coat pocket and jots something down.
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’m so sorry dude. I’ve been avoiding those movies like the plague*
Thirteen enters the room quietly. “Are you alright?”
Loriche watches from the treeline.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The computer screen starts glitching every once in a while
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
"It's Anna.." she mutters "I'm okay."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Either is fine bruv*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The signal goes quiet
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
*Dude. It was actually terrifying.*
Theren doesn't move, sitting still.
The AT-AT has sparks thrown from a side plate where an engineer is patching it up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yes it is.*
Maneki-Neko is supervising them.
Lore is most likely asleep in his bed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(I hate horror movies)
Isaac approaches the site
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
He grumbles and stalks off, sitting down in the grass. Samaritan snorts, laughing a bit.
"I know but I like this one. Had it in my former life. Nice to meet you, I'm his lover." She grins.
She unfolds one of the them, looking it over.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*It was actually terrifying*
An Imperial engineer is patching a hole in the side plating.
Theren sits still amongst the broken and torn things, hoping he didn't wake her up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I happen to know a good deal about that sort of thing, I made this one body actually."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yeah*
Once he's within 50 feet of the walls he is stopped by an armed guard.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Burn the movie. Don't let the infection spread.*
Maneki-Neko watches, his arms folded under his robes.
She opens an eye and grumbles, sitting up "you okay?'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Shen walks over, taking his spot, shuffling his feet "Ah don't be that way Willy, sometimes you have to face an opponent you can beat."
She smiles, beginning to crunch into the bone "Ain't that interestin'? I can't help but assume you know 'bout his sisters then."
It's passionate, but it's nonsense. He doesn't know what to do, and the longer he stays away from the mask the harder it gets.
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.)
“Sorry. I was trying to do, you know, a nickname type thing. But it didn’t work. Sorry. But glad to hear you’re doing well!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.