*I assumed so since I was under the impression that the eyes were Kiki. Thanks for the clarification!*
His wicked talons delicately avoid cutting her as he bows. "Pleased to meet you. I am Hadal." His voice carries a heavy Deep Speech accent, and he speaks simultaneously in telepathy, using a refined and polite tone that his rapidly adapting vocal cords wouldn't be able to handle. "I sensed something faintly familiar among the bright lights and material things, and I knew I had to investigate."
"Pleased to meet you as well. I am Trai- er, I am Omori." She replies in Deep Speech, and though she speaks the language fluently, her accent and speed hint that it isn't her first. "You sensed something familiar, you say?"
He clearly understands her, but continues to speak in his gurgling Common. "Indeed. You are... not made of the same matter(?) as this world. I am not either. I am a Paracosma, a dream from a cosmically powerful horror. You seem to consist of a similar half-real substance, but not the exact same. You are closer to the shadow of the material, or perhaps the perception of material, while I am the shadow of a subconscious representation of a material thing. In essence, you are darkness, and I am a nightmare. Most things here are material in at least most ways."
*I assumed so since I was under the impression that the eyes were Kiki. Thanks for the clarification!*
His wicked talons delicately avoid cutting her as he bows. "Pleased to meet you. I am Hadal." His voice carries a heavy Deep Speech accent, and he speaks simultaneously in telepathy, using a refined and polite tone that his rapidly adapting vocal cords wouldn't be able to handle. "I sensed something faintly familiar among the bright lights and material things, and I knew I had to investigate."
"Pleased to meet you as well. I am Trai- er, I am Omori." She replies in Deep Speech, and though she speaks the language fluently, her accent and speed hint that it isn't her first. "You sensed something familiar, you say?"
He clearly understands her, but continues to speak in his gurgling Common. "Indeed. You are... not made of the same matter(?) as this world. I am not either. I am a Paracosma, a dream from a cosmically powerful horror. You seem to consist of a similar half-real substance, but not the exact same. You are closer to the shadow of the material, or perhaps the perception of material, while I am the shadow of a subconscious representation of a material thing. In essence, you are darkness, and I am a nightmare. Most things here are material in at least most ways."
"That was succinctly put. I'm partly 'real' in the sense that, at one point, I was a wholly material thing- that thing being a human. But, I was... 'changed' by a powerful horror: Essentially a new being, but one built off of an existing base. That horror's power primarily resided in shadows and the general absence of light and warmth, and as such, I am of that nature as well." Omori thinks back to something, grimacing at the thought for a moment- not a pleasant memory, one can imagine. "It's nice meeting another being with somewhat similar ties to the unfathomable."
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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)
She seems unnerved by the golem's pain (or, at least, its convincing emulation of pain). "...Heartstone?"
"Yes! It can be any precious or nonprecious stone, as long as it's carved with the proper runes. This one's heart is the finest sapphire I could get my paws on, you know. The heartstone gives the golem the ability to not only move, but to emote and think and feel like a living thing. Of course, they're not really living. But that does mean they can't die, so there's the upside."
*boink*
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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)
He clearly understands her, but continues to speak in his gurgling Common. "Indeed. You are... not made of the same matter(?) as this world. I am not either. I am a Paracosma, a dream from a cosmically powerful horror. You seem to consist of a similar half-real substance, but not the exact same. You are closer to the shadow of the material, or perhaps the perception of material, while I am the shadow of a subconscious representation of a material thing. In essence, you are darkness, and I am a nightmare. Most things here are material in at least most ways."
"That was succinctly put. I'm partly 'real' in the sense that, at one point, I was a wholly material thing- that thing being a human. But, I was... 'changed' by a powerful horror: Essentially a new being, but one built off of an existing base. That horror's power primarily resided in shadows and the general absence of light and warmth, and as such, I am of that nature as well." Omori thinks back to something, grimacing at the thought for a moment- not a pleasant memory, one can imagine. "It's nice meeting another being with somewhat similar ties to the unfathomable."
He sinks to the grass beside her, steepling his warped graspers pensively. "My Farmind- that is what we call them- was a being from the depths of the ocean. He lived on the Abyssal Plain, alone and hated. It was called the Abyss, and its depth was named after it. It was the reverse for me, as I arose from beneath where he slept, the Hadal Zone. I was the only one of my brood that survived, to my knowledge. This world, despite its cruelty, gave me kindness when I was ejected onto The Beach of Reality. My siblings, in their hundreds of fleshy droves, were not properly mixed. Reality and dream-reality mashed together in a way that makes sense only on one side. When they tried to come onto The Beach, they were... well, beached. They never made it to this miserable plane, never saw how beautiful it could be, with its light and color and art and wonderful little cogs of sense meshing together."
She seems unnerved by the golem's pain (or, at least, its convincing emulation of pain). "...Heartstone?"
"Yes! It can be any precious or nonprecious stone, as long as it's carved with the proper runes. This one's heart is the finest sapphire I could get my paws on, you know. The heartstone gives the golem the ability to not only move, but to emote and think and feel like a living thing. Of course, they're not really living. But that does mean they can't die, so there's the upside."
*boink*
*sigh*
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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)
He clearly understands her, but continues to speak in his gurgling Common. "Indeed. You are... not made of the same matter(?) as this world. I am not either. I am a Paracosma, a dream from a cosmically powerful horror. You seem to consist of a similar half-real substance, but not the exact same. You are closer to the shadow of the material, or perhaps the perception of material, while I am the shadow of a subconscious representation of a material thing. In essence, you are darkness, and I am a nightmare. Most things here are material in at least most ways."
"That was succinctly put. I'm partly 'real' in the sense that, at one point, I was a wholly material thing- that thing being a human. But, I was... 'changed' by a powerful horror: Essentially a new being, but one built off of an existing base. That horror's power primarily resided in shadows and the general absence of light and warmth, and as such, I am of that nature as well." Omori thinks back to something, grimacing at the thought for a moment- not a pleasant memory, one can imagine. "It's nice meeting another being with somewhat similar ties to the unfathomable."
He sinks to the grass beside her, steepling his warped graspers pensively. "My Farmind- that is what we call them- was a being from the depths of the ocean. He lived on the Abyssal Plain, alone and hated. It was called the Abyss, and its depth was named after it. It was the reverse for me, as I arose from beneath where he slept, the Hadal Zone. I was the only one of my brood that survived, to my knowledge. This world, despite its cruelty, gave me kindness when I was ejected onto The Beach of Reality. My siblings, in their hundreds of fleshy droves, were not properly mixed. Reality and dream-reality mashed together in a way that makes sense only on one side. When they tried to come onto The Beach, they were... well, beached. They never made it on this miserable plane, never saw how beautiful it could be, with its light and color and art and wonderful little cogs of sense meshing together."
Omori is quiet for a while, thinking. "I'm terribly sorry that happened." Is all she can muster to say.
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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)
She seems unnerved by the golem's pain (or, at least, its convincing emulation of pain). "...Heartstone?"
"Yes! It can be any precious or nonprecious stone, as long as it's carved with the proper runes. This one's heart is the finest sapphire I could get my paws on, you know. The heartstone gives the golem the ability to not only move, but to emote and think and feel like a living thing. Of course, they're not really living. But that does mean they can't die, so there's the upside."
*boink*
*sigh*
*Oh, sorry about that.*
She nods thoughtfully. "I see... does the kind of gemstone matter? Do different gems suit different designs of golems?"
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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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He clearly understands her, but continues to speak in his gurgling Common. "Indeed. You are... not made of the same matter(?) as this world. I am not either. I am a Paracosma, a dream from a cosmically powerful horror. You seem to consist of a similar half-real substance, but not the exact same. You are closer to the shadow of the material, or perhaps the perception of material, while I am the shadow of a subconscious representation of a material thing. In essence, you are darkness, and I am a nightmare. Most things here are material in at least most ways."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*B A L D E R D A S H*
*I say H U M B U G*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Mn, sure.*
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
*sufferinnggggggg*
*Oh no, what's wrong.*
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
*long day, hungry, wanna backflip into a wall*
*maybe gonna intro, idk*
"That was succinctly put. I'm partly 'real' in the sense that, at one point, I was a wholly material thing- that thing being a human. But, I was... 'changed' by a powerful horror: Essentially a new being, but one built off of an existing base. That horror's power primarily resided in shadows and the general absence of light and warmth, and as such, I am of that nature as well." Omori thinks back to something, grimacing at the thought for a moment- not a pleasant memory, one can imagine. "It's nice meeting another being with somewhat similar ties to the unfathomable."
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)
*No backflipping into a wall. Get some food.*
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
*can't eat yet :<*
*-nibbles in hand-*
*boink*
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)
*No eating hand. You'll hurt yourself.*
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
*:<*
*[flop]*
He sinks to the grass beside her, steepling his warped graspers pensively. "My Farmind- that is what we call them- was a being from the depths of the ocean. He lived on the Abyssal Plain, alone and hated. It was called the Abyss, and its depth was named after it. It was the reverse for me, as I arose from beneath where he slept, the Hadal Zone. I was the only one of my brood that survived, to my knowledge. This world, despite its cruelty, gave me kindness when I was ejected onto The Beach of Reality. My siblings, in their hundreds of fleshy droves, were not properly mixed. Reality and dream-reality mashed together in a way that makes sense only on one side. When they tried to come onto The Beach, they were... well, beached. They never made it to this miserable plane, never saw how beautiful it could be, with its light and color and art and wonderful little cogs of sense meshing together."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*(Huggles)*
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
*sigh*
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 I’m back, anybody want to rp while I’m here?*
*Sure ig. Sorry, I'm kind apathetic rn.*
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
Omori is quiet for a while, thinking. "I'm terribly sorry that happened." Is all she can muster to say.
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)
*No need to apologize, I feel that all the time, I just pretend I don’t, want anyone in particular?*
*Oh, sorry about that.*
She nods thoughtfully. "I see... does the kind of gemstone matter? Do different gems suit different designs of golems?"
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)