"..." It takes a second step. "I like that. My Farmind is like that too. He helped anyone who asked, no matter who or what they were or what they wanted."
Luciano smiles warmly and walks over to the fire. He stoles it once more, putting more logs on to it. "What is your name friend?"
It speaks for the first time without the telepathy mimicking a second voice. "Hadal." It bows its head, now speaking only telepathically. "I come from beneath the Abyssal Plain, a nightmare from the subconscious of the Evil One. I am a Paracosma."
He still smiles, sincere and warm "A pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano." He bows to them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
"Not really. It helps me think.."
*anything works. basically everything vitroze owns is celestial in origin though, if that means anything*
“Alright. Take your time.” He steps back, giving her as much space as she needs.
*Hmmm*
Scott looks up at Vitroze as he comes down the stairs before turning back to his papers.
She stares at the carpet, as if looking for meaning in it.
Vitroze snaps their neck stump back into place after realigning all their parts quickly. They turn toward Scott. “Good morrow, churl!”
“…whatcha thinkin about?”
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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.
It speaks for the first time without the telepathy mimicking a second voice. "Hadal." It bows its head, now speaking only telepathically. "I come from beneath the Abyssal Plain, a nightmare from the subconscious of the Evil One. I am a Paracosma."
He still smiles, sincere and warm "A pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano." He bows to them.
It mimics the motion a bit awkwardly. "You are kind, Father Luciano. I would like to learn to be kind."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
"Not really. It helps me think.."
*anything works. basically everything vitroze owns is celestial in origin though, if that means anything*
“Alright. Take your time.” He steps back, giving her as much space as she needs.
*Hmmm*
Scott looks up at Vitroze as he comes down the stairs before turning back to his papers.
She stares at the carpet, as if looking for meaning in it.
Vitroze snaps their neck stump back into place after realigning all their parts quickly. They turn toward Scott. “Good morrow, churl!”
“…whatcha thinkin about?”
Scott raises a brow "Hm?"
"..." She is quiet, their grip tightening around the hoodie strings "Bad stuff."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It speaks for the first time without the telepathy mimicking a second voice. "Hadal." It bows its head, now speaking only telepathically. "I come from beneath the Abyssal Plain, a nightmare from the subconscious of the Evil One. I am a Paracosma."
He still smiles, sincere and warm "A pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano." He bows to them.
It mimics the motion a bit awkwardly. "You are kind, Father Luciano. I would like to learn to be kind."
"Of course my friend. However, I think I'm last on list who would be best to teach you." He laughs a little.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is at the Inn, holding the stuffed otyugh plush from way back when.
KK has found the clearing where the battle took place. Amidst the chaos, the carcass of the Seer lay rotting at an unnatural speed. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to the forest and walking away, kicking the Seer's skull to the side as she hums a familiar tune.
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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)
Omori is at the Inn, holding the stuffed otyugh plush from way back when.
KK has found the clearing where the battle took place. Amidst the chaos, the carcass of the Seer lay rotting at an unnatural speed. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to the forest and walking away, kicking the Seer's skull to the side as she hums a familiar tune.
Stroth watches KK from afar, grinning
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
"Not really. It helps me think.."
*anything works. basically everything vitroze owns is celestial in origin though, if that means anything*
“Alright. Take your time.” He steps back, giving her as much space as she needs.
*Hmmm*
Scott looks up at Vitroze as he comes down the stairs before turning back to his papers.
She stares at the carpet, as if looking for meaning in it.
Vitroze snaps their neck stump back into place after realigning all their parts quickly. They turn toward Scott. “Good morrow, churl!”
“…whatcha thinkin about?”
Scott raises a brow "Hm?"
"..." She is quiet, their grip tightening around the hoodie strings "Bad stuff."
“Hi.”
“…do you want to talk about any of it?”
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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.
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
"Not really. It helps me think.."
*anything works. basically everything vitroze owns is celestial in origin though, if that means anything*
“Alright. Take your time.” He steps back, giving her as much space as she needs.
*Hmmm*
Scott looks up at Vitroze as he comes down the stairs before turning back to his papers.
She stares at the carpet, as if looking for meaning in it.
Vitroze snaps their neck stump back into place after realigning all their parts quickly. They turn toward Scott. “Good morrow, churl!”
“…whatcha thinkin about?”
Scott raises a brow "Hm?"
"..." She is quiet, their grip tightening around the hoodie strings "Bad stuff."
“Hi.”
“…do you want to talk about any of it?”
"Oh, hello." He nods, brushing his hair behind his ear.
"Not really..." She shrugs and sits up "Sorry..'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is at the Inn, holding the stuffed otyugh plush from way back when.
KK has found the clearing where the battle took place. Amidst the chaos, the carcass of the Seer lay rotting at an unnatural speed. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to the forest and walking away, kicking the Seer's skull to the side as she hums a familiar tune.
Stroth watches KK from afar, grinning
After a while, KK finds her way back to her abandoned warehouse, mumbling lyrics to herself as she walks back inside.
"A dream made bloodied, second hand... pain made pointless, hate made bland... all by popular demand..."
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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)
Omori is at the Inn, holding the stuffed otyugh plush from way back when.
KK has found the clearing where the battle took place. Amidst the chaos, the carcass of the Seer lay rotting at an unnatural speed. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to the forest and walking away, kicking the Seer's skull to the side as she hums a familiar tune.
Stroth watches KK from afar, grinning
After a while, KK finds her way back to her abandoned warehouse, mumbling lyrics to herself as she walks back inside.
"A dream made bloodied, second hand... pain made pointless, hate made bland... all by popular demand..."
*Wait... did I write that? That sounds very familiar.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Omori is at the Inn, holding the stuffed otyugh plush from way back when.
KK has found the clearing where the battle took place. Amidst the chaos, the carcass of the Seer lay rotting at an unnatural speed. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to the forest and walking away, kicking the Seer's skull to the side as she hums a familiar tune.
Stroth watches KK from afar, grinning
After a while, KK finds her way back to her abandoned warehouse, mumbling lyrics to herself as she walks back inside.
"A dream made bloodied, second hand... pain made pointless, hate made bland... all by popular demand..."
She walks in and grins "GUESS WHAT!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is at the Inn, holding the stuffed otyugh plush from way back when.
KK has found the clearing where the battle took place. Amidst the chaos, the carcass of the Seer lay rotting at an unnatural speed. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to the forest and walking away, kicking the Seer's skull to the side as she hums a familiar tune.
Stroth watches KK from afar, grinning
After a while, KK finds her way back to her abandoned warehouse, mumbling lyrics to herself as she walks back inside.
"A dream made bloodied, second hand... pain made pointless, hate made bland... all by popular demand..."
*Wait... did I write that? That sounds very familiar.*
*Yep! It was the song that T-FM played when Kiko first bonded with them! It was at the bottom of page 4113, if I recall correctly.*
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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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*Hey, Coro! I would RP but we're going to have a belated Thanksgiving dinner in less than 5 minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*T I R E D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He still smiles, sincere and warm "A pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano." He bows to them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Vitroze snaps their neck stump back into place after realigning all their parts quickly. They turn toward Scott. “Good morrow, churl!”
“…whatcha thinkin about?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It mimics the motion a bit awkwardly. "You are kind, Father Luciano. I would like to learn to be kind."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Scott raises a brow "Hm?"
"..." She is quiet, their grip tightening around the hoodie strings "Bad stuff."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Faaaaaaaaiiiiir*
*wanna do stuff?*
"Of course my friend. However, I think I'm last on list who would be best to teach you." He laughs a little.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure! Who ya got.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*It's all good, have fun!*
*aww quiet now..*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Omori is at the Inn, holding the stuffed otyugh plush from way back when.
KK has found the clearing where the battle took place. Amidst the chaos, the carcass of the Seer lay rotting at an unnatural speed. She looks around for a moment, before turning back to the forest and walking away, kicking the Seer's skull to the side as she hums a familiar tune.
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 ET FUD*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Noice!!*
Stroth watches KK from afar, grinning
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Hi.”
“…do you want to talk about any of it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, hello." He nods, brushing his hair behind his ear.
"Not really..." She shrugs and sits up "Sorry..'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
After a while, KK finds her way back to her abandoned warehouse, mumbling lyrics to herself as she walks back inside.
"A dream made bloodied, second hand... pain made pointless, hate made bland... all by popular demand..."
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)
*Wait... did I write that? That sounds very familiar.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She walks in and grins "GUESS WHAT!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yep! It was the song that T-FM played when Kiko first bonded with them! It was at the bottom of page 4113, if I recall correctly.*
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)