Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
"I should be fine- at least, for long enough to get back." She stands to her full height, albeit with some difficulty, grabbing a long tree branch with her claws to use as a cane if need be.
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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 the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
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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)
"I should be fine- at least, for long enough to get back." She stands to her full height, albeit with some difficulty, grabbing a long tree branch with her claws to use as a cane if need be.
"Hm..." The dragon shifts a bit through the branches. "At least let me walk with you then, I have been curious of the town for some time myself, so this seems a good reason to finally approach the place."
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
"I'm glad you understand." They hold out their hand, and the spirit leaves Omori's body, returning her to most of her normal form. "I truly am sorry." They stand up.
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
"I'm glad you understand." They hold out their hand, and the spirit leaves Omori's body, returning her to most of her normal form. "I truly am sorry." They stand up.
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
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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)
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
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
His charismatic smile turns into a mad grin as his eye fills with the same insanity “You know, I might just like you.”
"You see, golems generally don't feel pain. This one was a test run. That's why I'm letting it go for the low low price of ten gold pieces"
He chuckles, looking into the man’s eyes “How generous, you must be tired from all of your work, how about you come inside, I’ll make you a meal, it’s best to work with a full stomach.”
"You're too kind" he makes the golem disappear with his cloth trick again
“I’d say I’m just the wrong amount.” He says, walking inside the Lord’s Rest and beginning to cook.
He follows, sitting at the barstool and swinging his stripy tail. *he is a tigerman*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
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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)
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
"You need a full soul to move on. Talk to KK, if you have the time. I'm going to collect from her soon, so you might want to do it before then."
William is outside, eating a salad with certain substance described as meat of unknown origin. He appears to be sketching in his journal, it looks like a diagram of a pig. He is labeling the meat cuts in the journal as well.
Zee is cruising on their board, eating what appears to be a protein bar made of beetles and pumpkin. They have their earbuds in, listening to music.
Father Luciano is in his temple, humming to himself as he sweeps. The priest is dressed in warm clothing to keep the cold out from his bone despite the fire that is in the fireplace.
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
"You need a full soul to move on. Talk to KK, if you have the time. I'm going to collect from her soon, so you might want to do it before then."
"Oh... right. I'm not entirely sure how the whole soul thing works, given how the Seer... you know. I'll make sure to talk to her, though."
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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)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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
Omori, her wounds mostly healed due to the forest dragon's aid, has found her way back to the Inn. She takes a moment to rest. The Eyeless Traitor is no more.
KK is chilling, birdwatching from the roof of her warehouse like old times.
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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)
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Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Snippet for Traitor and the dragon*
"I should be fine- at least, for long enough to get back." She stands to her full height, albeit with some difficulty, grabbing a long tree branch with her claws to use as a cane if need be.
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)
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
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)
"Hm..." The dragon shifts a bit through the branches. "At least let me walk with you then, I have been curious of the town for some time myself, so this seems a good reason to finally approach the place."
"I'm glad you understand." They hold out their hand, and the spirit leaves Omori's body, returning her to most of her normal form. "I truly am sorry." They stand up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I want to create like... A grizzly character. Not like a werebear grizzly but like a dark, Gothic sort of character.*
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
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
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)
(good afternoon)
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
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hello frinds!*
He follows, sitting at the barstool and swinging his stripy tail. *he is a tigerman*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
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)
"You need a full soul to move on. Talk to KK, if you have the time. I'm going to collect from her soon, so you might want to do it before then."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
William is outside, eating a salad with certain substance described as meat of unknown origin. He appears to be sketching in his journal, it looks like a diagram of a pig. He is labeling the meat cuts in the journal as well.
Zee is cruising on their board, eating what appears to be a protein bar made of beetles and pumpkin. They have their earbuds in, listening to music.
Father Luciano is in his temple, humming to himself as he sweeps. The priest is dressed in warm clothing to keep the cold out from his bone despite the fire that is in the fireplace.
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
"Oh... right. I'm not entirely sure how the whole soul thing works, given how the Seer... you know. I'll make sure to talk to her, though."
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)
"Hope everything goes well." They walk off, polishing the Spectre in their hands with a handkerchief.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hey.*
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
going to a movie
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
(how are you)
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
Omori, her wounds mostly healed due to the forest dragon's aid, has found her way back to the Inn. She takes a moment to rest. The Eyeless Traitor is no more.
KK is chilling, birdwatching from the roof of her warehouse like old times.
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)