KK continues pondering and writing down details for a while, gradually narrowing down details to be more and more specific, until after about a half-hour of nonstop writing and revising and removing details. "...And that's all I can think of! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She gives the list to Stroth, and at the bottom corner of the page, there is a little conceptual sketch of what the body would look like.
It looks utterly terrifying. KK seems ecstatic.
Stroth looks so proud, grinning from ear to ear literally "This is wonderful! I adore it!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Once she is within 50 feet of the outskirts she is stopped by an armed guard.
“Good to hear it.”
Loriche sighs. “Sorry, but I can’t watch you guys mutilate your devices anymore. I’d like to offer some assistance, for my own personal sanity.”
He nods.
"I need to see some proper identification first."
Thirteen sits down next to Theren. “How’s Lore doing?”
“Some… what?”
"Pregnant as ever." he mumbles.
"Identification." he repeats, holding out a hand
“You… don’t sound very enthused about it.”
“I’m 938, I have no source of income, I’m legally homeless, and some people in town think I’m some kind of spectral horror that forges chains from the souls of children. I don’t have identification.”
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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.
Once she is within 50 feet of the outskirts she is stopped by an armed guard.
“Good to hear it.”
Loriche sighs. “Sorry, but I can’t watch you guys mutilate your devices anymore. I’d like to offer some assistance, for my own personal sanity.”
He nods.
"I need to see some proper identification first."
Thirteen sits down next to Theren. “How’s Lore doing?”
“Some… what?”
"Pregnant as ever." he mumbles.
"Identification." he repeats, holding out a hand
“You… don’t sound very enthused about it.”
“I’m 938, I have no source of income, I’m legally homeless, and some people in town think I’m some kind of spectral horror that forges chains from the souls of children. I don’t have identification.”
"Im nervous man! I dont think im a good father okay!"
"No identification, No entrance."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He laughs a bit "Try a bit harder okay? Focus, feel the movement where the air stops when I land." He offers.
She nods and stands up, the spellbook disappearing into smoke "Oh I will."
She smiles and kisses his forehead "You're my stars, moon, and sun."
He takes another deep breath, trying to take his advice and focus on his motions. Perception:16
She smiles, leaning on the counter "Be careful, we don't want Sparrow doin' anythin' too stupid do we?"
He matches the smile, holding her, blushing "You mean everything to me, thank you for everything you are."
Unfortunately, he seems to be a bit distracted by William cheering them on. William then promptly shuts up because he knows better than to get his arse beat again.
"But of course not." She chuckles.
She blushes and beams "I thank you for everything you are Rowan."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
KK continues pondering and writing down details for a while, gradually narrowing down details to be more and more specific, until after about a half-hour of nonstop writing and revising and removing details. "...And that's all I can think of! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She gives the list to Stroth, and at the bottom corner of the page, there is a little conceptual sketch of what the body would look like.
It looks utterly terrifying. KK seems ecstatic.
Stroth looks so proud, grinning from ear to ear literally "This is wonderful! I adore it!!"
KK practically squeals with delight- a sound reminiscent of the chirping of a radio quickly changing its signal. "I know, right?! I think it's my best work yet!"
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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)
Once she is within 50 feet of the outskirts she is stopped by an armed guard.
“Good to hear it.”
Loriche sighs. “Sorry, but I can’t watch you guys mutilate your devices anymore. I’d like to offer some assistance, for my own personal sanity.”
He nods.
"I need to see some proper identification first."
Thirteen sits down next to Theren. “How’s Lore doing?”
“Some… what?”
"Pregnant as ever." he mumbles.
"Identification." he repeats, holding out a hand
“You… don’t sound very enthused about it.”
“I’m 938, I have no source of income, I’m legally homeless, and some people in town think I’m some kind of spectral horror that forges chains from the souls of children. I don’t have identification.”
"Im nervous man! I dont think im a good father okay!"
"No identification, No entrance."
Thirteen thinks for a moment, interlacing his fingers. “I’m not very knowledgeable in the field of those things, but… I think you’re a pretty good father.”
“Alright how about you identify my hand on your face, [gp]?” She growls.
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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.
KK continues pondering and writing down details for a while, gradually narrowing down details to be more and more specific, until after about a half-hour of nonstop writing and revising and removing details. "...And that's all I can think of! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She gives the list to Stroth, and at the bottom corner of the page, there is a little conceptual sketch of what the body would look like.
It looks utterly terrifying. KK seems ecstatic.
Stroth looks so proud, grinning from ear to ear literally "This is wonderful! I adore it!!"
KK practically squeals with delight- a sound reminiscent of the chirping of a radio quickly changing its signal. "I know, right?! I think it's my best work yet!"
"I fully agree. Now, let me see what I can do for you. It makes take about three to ten days but I'll see if I can get it done right but fast."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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She narrows her eyes "I already know you shape shift..'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods, handing him the coordinates. "Good luck sir."
He smiles. "Well ain't that sweet."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Pregnant as ever." he mumbles.
"Identification." he repeats, holding out a hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Stroth looks so proud, grinning from ear to ear literally "This is wonderful! I adore it!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods and sets off to find them.
"What can I say. Sugar and spice and all that (GP)"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“That doesn’t have to do with what this does. It’s a magic item.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She raises a brow and plucks one off.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
After about 30 minutes he comes across the encampment. About 15 rebels are there planning an assault.
He kisses her cheek with a chuckle
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You… don’t sound very enthused about it.”
“I’m 938, I have no source of income, I’m legally homeless, and some people in town think I’m some kind of spectral horror that forges chains from the souls of children. I don’t have identification.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He alights his saber and walks forward "Hello ladies and gentlemen."
She grins and kisses him back
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He takes another deep breath, trying to take his advice and focus on his motions. Perception:13
She smiles, leaning on the counter "Be careful, we don't want Sparrow doin' anythin' too stupid do we?"
He matches the smile, holding her, blushing "You mean everything to me, thank you for everything you are."
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.)
It shifts into a bubble of magical fluidlike energy, glowing a faint, sickening green color and floating right above the palm of your hand.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Im nervous man! I dont think im a good father okay!"
"No identification, No entrance."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Unfortunately, he seems to be a bit distracted by William cheering them on. William then promptly shuts up because he knows better than to get his arse beat again.
"But of course not." She chuckles.
She blushes and beams "I thank you for everything you are Rowan."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She blinks, looking confused
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The rebels yell in alarm, raising their blasters. "SITH!"
"So..decided on a name for the kid yet?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
KK practically squeals with delight- a sound reminiscent of the chirping of a radio quickly changing its signal. "I know, right?! I think it's my best work yet!"
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 thinks for a moment, interlacing his fingers. “I’m not very knowledgeable in the field of those things, but… I think you’re a pretty good father.”
“Alright how about you identify my hand on your face, [gp]?” She growls.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He sighs "Not a Sith.."
"Juniper if it's a girl, Jupiter if it's a boy." She grins.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I fully agree. Now, let me see what I can do for you. It makes take about three to ten days but I'll see if I can get it done right but fast."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]