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."
"Yeah, hoping the memories will be a little less forgotten if I can visualize them. Sure, that sounds nice. Thank you."
"It's the least I could do, after all, I'm the cook." He chuckles, beginning to make something for them, humming a song to himself.
As he does, she also starts humming the song to herself.
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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, 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."
"Yeah, hoping the memories will be a little less forgotten if I can visualize them. Sure, that sounds nice. Thank you."
"It's the least I could do, after all, I'm the cook." He chuckles, beginning to make something for them, humming a song to himself.
As he does, she also starts humming the song to herself.
He begins softly singing and dancing across the kitchen, before finishing the meal and sliding it over to her "Here ya go."
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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.'
"I know but I don't like you being hurt, it makes me worried for you." She smiles.
"I suppose." She nods and sips the drinks "Which type do you prefer? For me, it is A Positive"
He chuckles, placing the cigarette into the eyehole. Smoke is exhaled through the other.
He smiles back "I'll heal, I always do, don't worry." He moves one hand to the side of her face.
He takes his own glass, swirling it around and looking at it with a smile "I do enjoy O Negative, but with as many years as I have lived, there is no point to being picky." He takes a sip "I don't believe I've introduced myself, Dracula. Who may you be?"
He cackles "That's a pretty interesting trick you have there." He takes long drags on his own.
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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."
"Yeah, hoping the memories will be a little less forgotten if I can visualize them. Sure, that sounds nice. Thank you."
"It's the least I could do, after all, I'm the cook." He chuckles, beginning to make something for them, humming a song to himself.
As he does, she also starts humming the song to herself.
He begins softly singing and dancing across the kitchen, before finishing the meal and sliding it over to her "Here ya go."
"Thank you!" She pauses for a second. "What's that song from? It sounds lovely."
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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 know but I don't like you being hurt, it makes me worried for you." She smiles.
"I suppose." She nods and sips the drinks "Which type do you prefer? For me, it is A Positive"
He chuckles, placing the cigarette into the eyehole. Smoke is exhaled through the other.
He smiles back "I'll heal, I always do, don't worry." He moves one hand to the side of her face.
He takes his own glass, swirling it around and looking at it with a smile "I do enjoy O Negative, but with as many years as I have lived, there is no point to being picky." He takes a sip "I don't believe I've introduced myself, Dracula. Who may you be?"
He cackles "That's a pretty interesting trick you have there." He takes long drags on his own.
"I know." She smiles "But you know me.." she sighs "Always concerned about you.."
"I am Sable." She bows her head "A pleasure to meet you, your lordship." She chuckles.
"My mouth can be where ever I want it to be. I never take off this mask so it helps a lot."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She thinks about it for a moment. "I mean, you can if you wish, but I don't mind either way. I don't have a radio channel to co-host anymore, and the canvas isn't going anywhere, so I'm fine if it takes a while."
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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 thinks about it for a moment. "I mean, you can if you wish, but I don't mind either way. I don't have a radio channel to co-host anymore, and the canvas isn't going anywhere, so I'm fine if it takes a while."
"No co-host? I thought you had someone to help you?" She raises a brow.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He pulls a blanket over them both, snuggling with her as he carved the totem.
"Who the [1gp] are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As he does, she also starts humming the song to herself.
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 know but I don't like you being hurt, it makes me worried for you." She smiles.
"I suppose." She nods and sips the drinks "Which type do you prefer? For me, it is A Positive"
He chuckles, placing the cigarette into the eyehole. Smoke is exhaled through the other.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He begins softly singing and dancing across the kitchen, before finishing the meal and sliding it over to her "Here ya go."
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 snuggles up to him, purring happily.
"You're liberator, my friend." It chuckles, a male tone of voice.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I take it your happy now that its winter?"
"Liberator? Who in the 9 hells do you think you are?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is carving it to resemble a dwarf with a hammer and shield. he has carved intricate braids into his hair.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles back "I'll heal, I always do, don't worry." He moves one hand to the side of her face.
He takes his own glass, swirling it around and looking at it with a smile "I do enjoy O Negative, but with as many years as I have lived, there is no point to being picky." He takes a sip "I don't believe I've introduced myself, Dracula. Who may you be?"
He cackles "That's a pretty interesting trick you have there." He takes long drags on his own.
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.)
"Indeed, this is my prime season. Nothing different from Icewind Dale." She grins "Plus my spells are more potent."
He feels a blade slip between his ribs from behind as a low chuckle forms in his ear "Don't worry. You'll wake up, brand new."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Thank you!" She pauses for a second. "What's that song from? It sounds lovely."
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)
He walks over to look closer at it, but not too close as to invade his personal space "That's some good detailin' ya got there pardner."
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.)
"I learned it on my travels, during my years as a pirate." He says casually with a smile "I'm glad you like it."
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.)
"I know." She smiles "But you know me.." she sighs "Always concerned about you.."
"I am Sable." She bows her head "A pleasure to meet you, your lordship." She chuckles.
"My mouth can be where ever I want it to be. I never take off this mask so it helps a lot."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Lucky you." he mutters, shivering despite the warmth around him
"Son of a..." he snarls, blood leaking from his lips.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren looks up and nods. "Yep."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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)
"Where did you travel to?" She inquires, taking a bite of food.
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 co-host? I thought you had someone to help you?" She raises a brow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He kisses her softly for a moment "I love that about you, along with every other thing about you."
He chuckles "Oh the pleasure is all mine, please. And do not feel the need to call me that, simply Dracula will do."
"Does the mask add anything or are you just wearing it to just hide your face?"
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.)
The food is delicious and well made "All over the place, I was in the celestial realm last week."
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.)