It laughs again "Yes, I can. That's the whole reason why I am here."
He puts the rifle down, nodding "Sorry I aimed a rifle at ya, thank ya."
"But of course, it is only fair." A man steps out from the shadows. His entire outfit is made of black and dark indigo fabric. Tendrils of the same fabric float around him like prehensile limbs. He wears a blank, black mask over his face, concealing it. He carries a dagger in hand, flipping it between his fingers.
He looks the man up and down, the only person he's seen as decadent or otherworldish being the Valentines. He doesn't know what to say, so he stares silently in awe of the creature.
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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.'
It laughs again "Yes, I can. That's the whole reason why I am here."
He puts the rifle down, nodding "Sorry I aimed a rifle at ya, thank ya."
"But of course, it is only fair." A man steps out from the shadows. His entire outfit is made of black and dark indigo fabric. Tendrils of the same fabric float around him like prehensile limbs. He wears a blank, black mask over his face, concealing it. He carries a dagger in hand, flipping it between his fingers.
He looks the man up and down, the only person he's seen as decadent or otherworldish being the Valentines. He doesn't know what to say, so he stares silently in awe of the creature.
"Come, you have work to do." he says, laying a hand on Grimes shoulder and disappearing into the darkness.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It laughs again "Yes, I can. That's the whole reason why I am here."
He puts the rifle down, nodding "Sorry I aimed a rifle at ya, thank ya."
"But of course, it is only fair." A man steps out from the shadows. His entire outfit is made of black and dark indigo fabric. Tendrils of the same fabric float around him like prehensile limbs. He wears a blank, black mask over his face, concealing it. He carries a dagger in hand, flipping it between his fingers.
He looks the man up and down, the only person he's seen as decadent or otherworldish being the Valentines. He doesn't know what to say, so he stares silently in awe of the creature.
"Come, you have work to do." he says, laying a hand on Grimes shoulder and disappearing into the darkness.
*Welp, Grimes is going to die. Anyway, do you want anyone else?*
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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.'
It laughs again "Yes, I can. That's the whole reason why I am here."
He puts the rifle down, nodding "Sorry I aimed a rifle at ya, thank ya."
"But of course, it is only fair." A man steps out from the shadows. His entire outfit is made of black and dark indigo fabric. Tendrils of the same fabric float around him like prehensile limbs. He wears a blank, black mask over his face, concealing it. He carries a dagger in hand, flipping it between his fingers.
He looks the man up and down, the only person he's seen as decadent or otherworldish being the Valentines. He doesn't know what to say, so he stares silently in awe of the creature.
"Come, you have work to do." he says, laying a hand on Grimes shoulder and disappearing into the darkness.
*Welp, Grimes is going to die. Anyway, do you want anyone else?*
*Actually he was going to use Grimes to kill some people and then pin it on him lol.*
*I suppose Sparrow, Dracula and anyone else you want the Herald of Darkness to annoy.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Actually he was going to use Grimes to kill some people and then pin it on him lol.*
*I suppose Sparrow, Dracula and anyone else you want the Herald of Darkness to annoy.*
*Ah, even worse. Fabulous.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow has finishes another job, leaving a crypt covered in shallow cuts, his clothes left in tatters. His gloves glow as he seems to mutter to himself, or maybe the creatures within the gloves.
Dracula is reading another book written by himself in the library while eating a blood filled crepe.
Donquixote is practicing with his sword, swings of pure darkness flying through the air, a new skull jingles on his belt.
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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.'
Omori is at the Inn, making a sketch of something, enjoying her regained ability to interact with objects without fear of cutting them to pieces.
Kiko is back at her studio, painting a landscape. Nothing has changed about her appearance, unlike what happened with Omori- likely because she didn't really have a body before she became an Abomination. The process is taking more time than it did when T-FM was helping her, and there are moments where she makes mistakes, but she's enjoying making it nonetheless.
Stroth appears behind Kiko, giggling madly "I have a favor ask!"
She turns in her chair to face Stroth, grinning. "What is it?"
"You want to help me with surgery?"
"Absolutely! What specifically do you want help with?"
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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)
*Actually he was going to use Grimes to kill some people and then pin it on him lol.*
*I suppose Sparrow, Dracula and anyone else you want the Herald of Darkness to annoy.*
*Ah, even worse. Fabulous.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow has finishes another job, leaving a crypt covered in shallow cuts, his clothes left in tatters. His gloves glow as he seems to mutter to himself, or maybe the creatures within the gloves.
Dracula is reading another book written by himself in the library while eating a blood filled crepe.
Donquixote is practicing with his sword, swings of pure darkness flying through the air, a new skull jingles on his belt.
Stroth runs over to him, grinning madly "TODAY IS THE DAY!!!"
He smells the slight scent of decay under a layer of peach-smelling perfume. A beautiful woman, her skin white as snow, enters the tavern. She wears a wide-brimmed black sunhat with red flowers in the ribbon around the body center. She wears a gothic-style dress made of a similar black and dark red dress with a gold and ruby brooch resembling a rat skull. Her bright red hair is tied back in a braid that trails down all the way down to the floor.
The Herald watches him from afar, eyes narrowed behind his mask. He flips his dagger in one hand.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is at the Inn, making a sketch of something, enjoying her regained ability to interact with objects without fear of cutting them to pieces.
Kiko is back at her studio, painting a landscape. Nothing has changed about her appearance, unlike what happened with Omori- likely because she didn't really have a body before she became an Abomination. The process is taking more time than it did when T-FM was helping her, and there are moments where she makes mistakes, but she's enjoying making it nonetheless.
Stroth appears behind Kiko, giggling madly "I have a favor ask!"
She turns in her chair to face Stroth, grinning. "What is it?"
"You want to help me with surgery?"
"Absolutely! What specifically do you want help with?"
"Keep me awake while I perform it because I am doing it on myself!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Omori is at the Inn, making a sketch of something, enjoying her regained ability to interact with objects without fear of cutting them to pieces.
Damian slides over an omelette, one of the dishes he is especially good at making. He smiles at them softly and warmly "What are you drawing there."
She shows the paper to him- it's a simple sketch of an old cabin in the woods. "Oh, hello! It's... well, I'm not sure where it is, but it's of something I kinda remember from somewhere."
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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)
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Stroth runs over to him, grinning madly "TODAY IS THE DAY!!!"
He smells the slight scent of decay under a layer of peach-smelling perfume. A beautiful woman, her skin white as snow, enters the tavern. She wears a wide-brimmed black sunhat with red flowers in the ribbon around the body center. She wears a gothic-style dress made of a similar black and dark red dress with a gold and ruby brooch resembling a rat skull. Her bright red hair is tied back in a braid that trails down all the way down to the floor.
The Herald watches him from afar, eyes narrowed behind his mask. He flips his dagger in one hand.
He catches her, smiling, picking up and spinning her in the air above him.
He looks up from his book, closing it as he sees them, raising an eyebrow at the smell of decay. He pushes away the remains of his crepe for later, cleaning any blood that may have escaped his lips. He waves at them with a soft smile before returning to his book.
He sheathes his sword, the dummy he was using soon coming apart mere moments later. He sighs, lighting a cigarette for himself.
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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.'
Omori is at the Inn, making a sketch of something, enjoying her regained ability to interact with objects without fear of cutting them to pieces.
Damian slides over an omelette, one of the dishes he is especially good at making. He smiles at them softly and warmly "What are you drawing there."
She shows the paper to him- it's a simple sketch of an old cabin in the woods. "Oh, hello! It's... well, I'm not sure where it is, but it's of something I kinda remember from somewhere."
He looks at the drawing and nods "Memories forgotten, I understand. Would you like something to eat? The mind works best when your stomach is full. Or at least that's what I'm often told."
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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.'
Stroth runs over to him, grinning madly "TODAY IS THE DAY!!!"
He smells the slight scent of decay under a layer of peach-smelling perfume. A beautiful woman, her skin white as snow, enters the tavern. She wears a wide-brimmed black sunhat with red flowers in the ribbon around the body center. She wears a gothic-style dress made of a similar black and dark red dress with a gold and ruby brooch resembling a rat skull. Her bright red hair is tied back in a braid that trails down all the way down to the floor.
The Herald watches him from afar, eyes narrowed behind his mask. He flips his dagger in one hand.
He catches her, smiling, picking up and spinning her in the air above him.
He looks up from his book, closing it as he sees them, raising an eyebrow at the smell of decay. He pushes away the remains of his crepe for later, cleaning any blood that may have escaped his lips. He waves at them with a soft smile before returning to his book.
He sheathes his sword, the dummy he was using soon coming apart mere moments later. He sighs, lighting a cigarette for himself.
She giggles madly, throwing her hands in the air.
She looks up, her crimson eyes meeting his. The inner circle of her eyes is flecked with gold and black. She smiles back, baring sharp teeth at him, and waving back.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "Mind if I..?" He gestures to the cigarette.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She looks up, her crimson eyes meeting his. The inner circle of her eyes is flecked with gold and black. She smiles back, baring sharp teeth at him, and waving back.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "Mind if I..?" He gestures to the cigarette.
He eventually puts her back down, kissing her softly.
He raises an eyebrow in interest, but does not wish to intrude on what they may be doing, his own eyes void black, with no pupils whatsoever. He returns to his book.
He turns to them, taking the cigarette out, looking at them with blood red irises "Do you want your own? I've got some to spare."
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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.'
Omori is at the Inn, making a sketch of something, enjoying her regained ability to interact with objects without fear of cutting them to pieces.
Kiko is back at her studio, painting a landscape. Nothing has changed about her appearance, unlike what happened with Omori- likely because she didn't really have a body before she became an Abomination. The process is taking more time than it did when T-FM was helping her, and there are moments where she makes mistakes, but she's enjoying making it nonetheless.
Stroth appears behind Kiko, giggling madly "I have a favor ask!"
She turns in her chair to face Stroth, grinning. "What is it?"
"You want to help me with surgery?"
"Absolutely! What specifically do you want help with?"
"Keep me awake while I perform it because I am doing it on myself!!"
"Sure, sounds simple enough. What's the operation for?"
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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 looks the man up and down, the only person he's seen as decadent or otherworldish being the Valentines. He doesn't know what to say, so he stares silently in awe of the creature.
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.)
*agony*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Come, you have work to do." he says, laying a hand on Grimes shoulder and disappearing into the darkness.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Bagony*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Welp, Grimes is going to die. Anyway, do you want anyone else?*
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.)
*cagony*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Actually he was going to use Grimes to kill some people and then pin it on him lol.*
*I suppose Sparrow, Dracula and anyone else you want the Herald of Darkness to annoy.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello to you too Jobah.*
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.)
*Ah, even worse. Fabulous.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow has finishes another job, leaving a crypt covered in shallow cuts, his clothes left in tatters. His gloves glow as he seems to mutter to himself, or maybe the creatures within the gloves.
Dracula is reading another book written by himself in the library while eating a blood filled crepe.
Donquixote is practicing with his sword, swings of pure darkness flying through the air, a new skull jingles on his belt.
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.)
"Absolutely! What specifically do you want help with?"
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)
Stroth runs over to him, grinning madly "TODAY IS THE DAY!!!"
He smells the slight scent of decay under a layer of peach-smelling perfume. A beautiful woman, her skin white as snow, enters the tavern. She wears a wide-brimmed black sunhat with red flowers in the ribbon around the body center. She wears a gothic-style dress made of a similar black and dark red dress with a gold and ruby brooch resembling a rat skull. Her bright red hair is tied back in a braid that trails down all the way down to the floor.
The Herald watches him from afar, eyes narrowed behind his mask. He flips his dagger in one hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Keep me awake while I perform it because I am doing it on myself!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(what is that?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
She shows the paper to him- it's a simple sketch of an old cabin in the woods. "Oh, hello! It's... well, I'm not sure where it is, but it's of something I kinda remember from somewhere."
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)
(hi Yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He catches her, smiling, picking up and spinning her in the air above him.
He looks up from his book, closing it as he sees them, raising an eyebrow at the smell of decay. He pushes away the remains of his crepe for later, cleaning any blood that may have escaped his lips. He waves at them with a soft smile before returning to his book.
He sheathes his sword, the dummy he was using soon coming apart mere moments later. He sighs, lighting a cigarette for himself.
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.)
He looks at the drawing and nods "Memories forgotten, I understand. Would you like something to eat? The mind works best when your stomach is full. Or at least that's what I'm often told."
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 giggles madly, throwing her hands in the air.
She looks up, her crimson eyes meeting his. The inner circle of her eyes is flecked with gold and black. She smiles back, baring sharp teeth at him, and waving back.
The Herald walks over, tilting his head "Mind if I..?" He gestures to the cigarette.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He eventually puts her back down, kissing her softly.
He raises an eyebrow in interest, but does not wish to intrude on what they may be doing, his own eyes void black, with no pupils whatsoever. He returns to his book.
He turns to them, taking the cigarette out, looking at them with blood red irises "Do you want your own? I've got some to spare."
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.)
"Sure, sounds simple enough. What's the operation for?"
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)