"Extraplanar beings? I can't imagine those were too easy to get." She chuckles a bit as well.
"Nope! Damn near lost my life multiple times!" She smiles.
"Yeah, beings of incredible power usually don't fight fair. Or make fair bargains. Or really play by the rules at all."
"Unfortunately not." She sighs "May I ask what you remember from your past life."
"I remember my old name was Kiko. I grew up in a small-ish town that bordered the forest, and I can't recall much about my time there. When I was about 14, I met... I met... huh, I can't recall her name. Anyway, we shared a passion for birdwatching and drawing and cheesy humor, and quickly became friends. One day, we went out to explore the forest, and found the remains of an old house. I pulled a cloth off of a mirror... and there it was. The ghost that would be my demise. I told her to run and... the rest after that is a blur."
"Hmm, sounds beautiful if I am honest." She nods "I am sorry that happened to you, my friend, no one should suffer like you did."
She dryly chuckles a bit. "Eh, it's not the worst thing that's happened to me, but I think I already told you about the [1GP] the Seer did."
"Yes you did, and I am sorry for that." She smiles
"Thanks. Good news is that's in the past now." If she had a face to smile, she would be as well.
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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)
"Please, I'll tell ya what I know 'bout the Valentines if ya let me live."
"Mmmmmmm, sure." She shrugs and stops chasing him, the spiders disappearing.
He stops, very tired from all the running, putting his hands on his legs "Oh... okay... what do you want to know?"
"Everything, right now." She grins
"Okay. Where do you want me to start? When they became demons?"
"Do you need me to stab you for you to get to the point here?"
He nods "Sorry, they were part of the crew with the rest of us, they found a way to contact a demon, they started killin' people unless they joined the Valentines, I joined just to survive."
She grumbles and grabs him by the scruff, dragging him out of the forest and to Sparrow.
He doesn't do much to fight her, because he knows he can. Sparrow is having a smoke, looking to the sun as the clouds begin to clear.
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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.'
"Extraplanar beings? I can't imagine those were too easy to get." She chuckles a bit as well.
"Nope! Damn near lost my life multiple times!" She smiles.
"Yeah, beings of incredible power usually don't fight fair. Or make fair bargains. Or really play by the rules at all."
"Unfortunately not." She sighs "May I ask what you remember from your past life."
"I remember my old name was Kiko. I grew up in a small-ish town that bordered the forest, and I can't recall much about my time there. When I was about 14, I met... I met... huh, I can't recall her name. Anyway, we shared a passion for birdwatching and drawing and cheesy humor, and quickly became friends. One day, we went out to explore the forest, and found the remains of an old house. I pulled a cloth off of a mirror... and there it was. The ghost that would be my demise. I told her to run and... the rest after that is a blur."
"Hmm, sounds beautiful if I am honest." She nods "I am sorry that happened to you, my friend, no one should suffer like you did."
She dryly chuckles a bit. "Eh, it's not the worst thing that's happened to me, but I think I already told you about the [1GP] the Seer did."
"Yes you did, and I am sorry for that." She smiles
"Thanks. Good news is that's in the past now." If she had a face to smile, she would be as well.
She nods "Now, the fun part, any sort of features you want specifically?"
"Please, I'll tell ya what I know 'bout the Valentines if ya let me live."
"Mmmmmmm, sure." She shrugs and stops chasing him, the spiders disappearing.
He stops, very tired from all the running, putting his hands on his legs "Oh... okay... what do you want to know?"
"Everything, right now." She grins
"Okay. Where do you want me to start? When they became demons?"
"Do you need me to stab you for you to get to the point here?"
He nods "Sorry, they were part of the crew with the rest of us, they found a way to contact a demon, they started killin' people unless they joined the Valentines, I joined just to survive."
She grumbles and grabs him by the scruff, dragging him out of the forest and to Sparrow.
He doesn't do much to fight her, because he knows he can. Sparrow is having a smoke, looking to the sun as the clouds begin to clear.
Stroth throws him in front of Sparrow, grinning "Found your attacker."
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
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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 way you treat your underlings. You are a better chef than I in nearly every field, but I don't care about that. Bah, I'm being dishonest. You deserve better than that. I dislike other demons, especially when their territory overlaps with the towns I frequent. It's not just, but it is true. I do not trust you, because all I know of you is that you are abusive and competent beyond what I can manage."
"I mean, you're a fiend, right? Caring isn't natural for your type. It takes time to learn it, and usually demons, devils, and especially yugoloths have trouble getting interested in the first place. But you seem to be doing fine."
"I am not a demon, I am a devil. Difference my friend. My underlings, as you call them, have no minds, no souls, nothing of the sort. They are programmed by my loan shark to act real but are not different from a rock." He chuckles, lighting a cigar. The smell of cinnamon, sulfur, and cardamon wafting through the air.
"Mn." He shrugs again and sets Felix down "How have you been if I may ask. It has been awhile since I last spoke to you and the last we did, it ended rather badly for you and him."
"Details. But that is new information, so I'll write it down nonetheless."
"I've been okay. I... I've been better, but nothing really bad has happened."
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
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
"The way you treat your underlings. You are a better chef than I in nearly every field, but I don't care about that. Bah, I'm being dishonest. You deserve better than that. I dislike other demons, especially when their territory overlaps with the towns I frequent. It's not just, but it is true. I do not trust you, because all I know of you is that you are abusive and competent beyond what I can manage."
"I mean, you're a fiend, right? Caring isn't natural for your type. It takes time to learn it, and usually demons, devils, and especially yugoloths have trouble getting interested in the first place. But you seem to be doing fine."
"I am not a demon, I am a devil. Difference my friend. My underlings, as you call them, have no minds, no souls, nothing of the sort. They are programmed by my loan shark to act real but are not different from a rock." He chuckles, lighting a cigar. The smell of cinnamon, sulfur, and cardamon wafting through the air.
"Mn." He shrugs again and sets Felix down "How have you been if I may ask. It has been awhile since I last spoke to you and the last we did, it ended rather badly for you and him."
"Details. But that is new information, so I'll write it down nonetheless."
"I've been okay. I... I've been better, but nothing really bad has happened."
"Mn." He stands up and stretches "So I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable but that is not a reason I should leave."
He nods "Make sure to take care of yourself okay? You come first and then everyone else."
"Details. But that is new information, so I'll write it down nonetheless."
"I've been okay. I... I've been better, but nothing really bad has happened."
"Mn." He stands up and stretches "So I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable but that is not a reason I should leave."
He nods "Make sure to take care of yourself okay? You come first and then everyone else."
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have said so outright. I believe if I learned more about you I would be fine. I will be setting up a reservation soon. Even if I don't like you due to personal biases, we've all heard the proverb about keeping your enemies close."
Felix nods back. "Because I can't remove the mote from my brother's eye until I remove the plank from mine."
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
"Oh, I see. Silly me." She chuckles a bit. "Let me see..." She flips to a new page of her notepad, and after a few minutes, hands over a more detailed version of the drawing she gave Stroth before- complete with close-up drawings of the head and face from different angles. "I based the face off of my old one, though there's a few edits I made."
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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)
"Details. But that is new information, so I'll write it down nonetheless."
"I've been okay. I... I've been better, but nothing really bad has happened."
"Mn." He stands up and stretches "So I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable but that is not a reason I should leave."
He nods "Make sure to take care of yourself okay? You come first and then everyone else."
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have said so outright. I believe if I learned more about you I would be fine. I will be setting up a reservation soon. Even if I don't like you due to personal biases, we've all heard the proverb about keeping your enemies close."
Felix nods back. "Because I can't remove the mote from my brother's eye until I remove the plank from mine."
"To use as meat shields in case worse enemies come along so you can rid of both at the same time." He shrugs and rolls his shoulders "Set up a time whenever you like, I'll make sure to set you in a place like everyone else."
*NGL mate, I read Felix's words like five times and my brain short circuited.*
He nods and stands up "Care for a meal?"
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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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"Hey poppa.." Harmonia says, curling up next to him.
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
"Thanks. Good news is that's in the past now." If she had a face to smile, she would be as well.
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)
"Hey...your gonna get sick.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He doesn't do much to fight her, because he knows he can. Sparrow is having a smoke, looking to the sun as the clouds begin to clear.
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.)
She nods "Now, the fun part, any sort of features you want specifically?"
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
"Don't care.. momma said you were sick, gotta make sure your okay."
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
Stroth throws him in front of Sparrow, grinning "Found your attacker."
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
"Im okay...just need some time to recover.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey guys, I have to go for now. I'll be on later however.*
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
*Snippet for Stroth & KK*
"Hmm... well, there's the four arms and the connection to radio waves that I mentioned before... some innate magic, ideally for creating things... maybe some way of teleporting... and besides what I already have on that list I gave you, I think that's it."
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)
"Details. But that is new information, so I'll write it down nonetheless."
"I've been okay. I... I've been better, but nothing really bad has happened."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Alrighty! Bye for now, friend!*
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 got to boil salts in chem :D)
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
*I am now back :D*
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 nods and snuggles up him
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
Stroth laughs "I meant like stuff like hair, eyes, nose, teeth, lips, stuff like that."
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
"Mn." He stands up and stretches "So I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable but that is not a reason I should leave."
He nods "Make sure to take care of yourself okay? You come first and then everyone else."
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
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have said so outright. I believe if I learned more about you I would be fine. I will be setting up a reservation soon. Even if I don't like you due to personal biases, we've all heard the proverb about keeping your enemies close."
Felix nods back. "Because I can't remove the mote from my brother's eye until I remove the plank from mine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, I see. Silly me." She chuckles a bit. "Let me see..." She flips to a new page of her notepad, and after a few minutes, hands over a more detailed version of the drawing she gave Stroth before- complete with close-up drawings of the head and face from different angles. "I based the face off of my old one, though there's a few edits I made."
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)
"To use as meat shields in case worse enemies come along so you can rid of both at the same time." He shrugs and rolls his shoulders "Set up a time whenever you like, I'll make sure to set you in a place like everyone else."
*NGL mate, I read Felix's words like five times and my brain short circuited.*
He nods and stands up "Care for a meal?"
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