Omori is asleep on the roof of the Inn, still tired from her final duel with the Seer. Being the Eyeless Traitor took a lot of her energy.
KK is back at her studio, looking over all the drawings and paintings she has made.
"So, howzit?" That stupid strugel has somehow appeared in her studio, and is sitting on the base of a statue behind her.
She doesn't turn around. "It's... it's actually going better than I anticipated. Plans for a new body are well underway- all that's left is to wait a bit. Said farewell to a good friend of mine, too- I knew we had to part ways eventually, but it's... bittersweet. How about you?"
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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 good as ever. Got enough money for a new place yet?"
She reaches a paw into the water, saying a few words of prayer and withdrawing it, using her wet finger to draw an 'X' on her shoulder. "We follow the Water and the All-Mother. Though, those aren't our words for them."
She sticks her tongue out at him and stands up, transforming again.
"Why do you hate yourself this time, sweetie?" She says, opening the Tavern door and walking through.
He chuckles “Of course I did, I always catch my man in the end, just look at you for example.”
She nods again, “Really? I had never thought of it… but if everything has a god, than someone somewhere must have at least worshipped them once.” She says, curious.
He beams at her “Love you too Domino.” He spins his hammer in his hands like a staff.
He huffs “Baby, don’t worry about me, I’m going to eat, we’re going to cuddle, and we can forget about all of this.” His eyes begin glowing, his chest warming up.
"I'm fat and slow, 'course ya caught me!" He Snickers, hugging Don.
"My Papa used to be a part of one of the tribes that lived deeper in the forest, but he split off with me and Mama to form the Loer tribe, the first coastal tribe ever. We've embraced all aspects of our home, and our gods provide." She says with remembrance in her eyes, smiling. "We can manipulate water, and breathe life into the plants around us."
"You're getting grounded, Sparky." She says, beginning to glow hotter, eventually becoming an invisible white flame, but only for a flicker.
"Don't huff at me, mister." She tugs his collar, sighing. "I can't not worry about my still possibly dying husband, babe..."
He hugs them back, smiling wide “Dang, and here I thought it was because I was charming and handsome.”
Her eyes shine bright “That is amazing, I have never seen someone capable of doing anything like that.”
He steps with the lightning jumping from his feet “Oh am I? Come on, let’s get going then.” He moves with near blinding speed, fast as lightning himself.
He is pulled by the collar, pushing away the thing happening to him, groaning softly “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, I love you, everything will be okay. Your husband isn’t going to die.”
"Here we go, Jimbo!" She kicks along the ground, gaining speed... until the skateboard begins to fly through the clouds. "Yeeeeee-Haw!!!" They can see the entire town from up there. "Wanna see me do a kickflip?" She calls, trying to make her voice heard over the biting winds.
"An entire gold for good service?" He picks it up, a bit confused. He drops it in his vest pocket. "Well, thank you. This means quite a bit to me."
He nods, smiling, an expression you wouldn’t expect to see on a man like him, but he finds the ride completely exhilarating, his canines surprisingly sharp, matching his strange eyes.
Walter clasps his hands together “Think of it as insurance, it insures that next time I come here, my patronage will be valued, it is worth more to show great kindness that great cruelty.”
"Okay! Hold on!" She jumps in the precise way that will send the board spinning, sending them all flying forward like a torpedo. She laughs maniacally as the board takes a nosedive toward a cottage in the woods, the board falling just faster than she is so it looks like she's still doing a kickflip.
He smiles. "Well then, I'm glad we have similar points of view. It's a shame how much petty vengeance goes on these days. I find it better to avoid such things as much as possible. It's hard to be nice sometimes, but it's easier in the long run."
"So, howzit?" That stupid strugel has somehow appeared in her studio, and is sitting on the base of a statue behind her.
She doesn't turn around. "It's... it's actually going better than I anticipated. Plans for a new body are well underway- all that's left is to wait a bit. Said farewell to a good friend of mine, too- I knew we had to part ways eventually, but it's... bittersweet. How about you?"
She hears the clinking of a spoon against a teacup. "Eh, the real world isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Good to hear you're doing well."
"Here we go, Jimbo!" She kicks along the ground, gaining speed... until the skateboard begins to fly through the clouds. "Yeeeeee-Haw!!!" They can see the entire town from up there. "Wanna see me do a kickflip?" She calls, trying to make her voice heard over the biting winds.
"An entire gold for good service?" He picks it up, a bit confused. He drops it in his vest pocket. "Well, thank you. This means quite a bit to me."
He nods, smiling, an expression you wouldn’t expect to see on a man like him, but he finds the ride completely exhilarating, his canines surprisingly sharp, matching his strange eyes.
Walter clasps his hands together “Think of it as insurance, it insures that next time I come here, my patronage will be valued, it is worth more to show great kindness that great cruelty.”
"Okay! Hold on!" She jumps in the precise way that will send the board spinning, sending them all flying forward like a torpedo. She laughs maniacally as the board takes a nosedive toward a cottage in the woods, the board falling just faster than she is so it looks like she's still doing a kickflip.
He smiles. "Well then, I'm glad we have similar points of view. It's a shame how much petty vengeance goes on these days. I find it better to avoid such things as much as possible. It's hard to be nice sometimes, but it's easier in the long run."
His magically chain wraps around the board, holding him to it as he cackles from the experience.
He nods “It is simply what I’ve always been taught to do. Revenge is simple, kindness is complex, and complexities often are the better option, though they are far more difficult.”
He leads Cyvus to the mostly empty coffee shop, seating him in a big, soft corner booth. The place is nice and cozy, with dim lighting and the sounds and smells of the coffee machines filling the air as thw pale light of winter shines through the large, insulated window. "So, what's up, bud?"
He sits down in the booth with a sigh, sipping from the mug he was given before. He looks around with slight recognition, and smiles. "Not too different from Aspen... Anyway, there's... I know this is silly for a man of my stature, but..." He leans in to whisper to their ear. "I'm having boy problems..." He says quickly and with the air of a distraught teen girl.
He puts a clawed hand on the lionfolk's shoulder, giving a little firm shake and looking him in the eyes. "It happens to the best of us, brother. What kind of issues have you been having?"
"So, howzit?" That stupid strugel has somehow appeared in her studio, and is sitting on the base of a statue behind her.
She doesn't turn around. "It's... it's actually going better than I anticipated. Plans for a new body are well underway- all that's left is to wait a bit. Said farewell to a good friend of mine, too- I knew we had to part ways eventually, but it's... bittersweet. How about you?"
She hears the clinking of a spoon against a teacup. "Eh, the real world isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Good to hear you're doing well."
"Good to hear you're faring alright as well." She, with some reluctance, turns to face them. "Yeah, as interesting as the spontaneous chaos of this place is, it isn't the most fun."
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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)
"Okay! Hold on!" She jumps in the precise way that will send the board spinning, sending them all flying forward like a torpedo. She laughs maniacally as the board takes a nosedive toward a cottage in the woods, the board falling just faster than she is so it looks like she's still doing a kickflip.
He smiles. "Well then, I'm glad we have similar points of view. It's a shame how much petty vengeance goes on these days. I find it better to avoid such things as much as possible. It's hard to be nice sometimes, but it's easier in the long run."
His magically chain wraps around the board, holding him to it as he cackles from the experience.
He nods “It is simply what I’ve always been taught to do. Revenge is simple, kindness is complex, and complexities often are the better option, though they are far more difficult.”
"We're landing, boy-o!" She laughs as the board slows its spin, heading straight for... "Oh, the poor garden!" She cackles. "Oh well, I didn't like those roses anyway!"
"Complexity is an important element of any good drink. Speaking of which, would you like to keep the mug? They're very good. Sturdy and easy to wash."
She hears the clinking of a spoon against a teacup. "Eh, the real world isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Good to hear you're doing well."
"Good to hear you're faring alright as well." She, with some reluctance, turns to face them. "Yeah, as interesting as the spontaneous chaos of this place is, it isn't the most fun."
He's dressed in a red and gold nightgown with matching slippers and a floppy, pointed cap, as though he were getting ready for bed. He's got an entire tea set on a silver tray beside him, complete with a teapot, an extra cup, and cream and sugar. "I expected more... weird stuff. You know, exciting, illicit treats."
"Okay! Hold on!" She jumps in the precise way that will send the board spinning, sending them all flying forward like a torpedo. She laughs maniacally as the board takes a nosedive toward a cottage in the woods, the board falling just faster than she is so it looks like she's still doing a kickflip.
He smiles. "Well then, I'm glad we have similar points of view. It's a shame how much petty vengeance goes on these days. I find it better to avoid such things as much as possible. It's hard to be nice sometimes, but it's easier in the long run."
His magically chain wraps around the board, holding him to it as he cackles from the experience.
He nods “It is simply what I’ve always been taught to do. Revenge is simple, kindness is complex, and complexities often are the better option, though they are far more difficult.”
"We're landing, boy-o!" She laughs as the board slows its spin, heading straight for... "Oh, the poor garden!" She cackles. "Oh well, I didn't like those roses anyway!"
"Complexity is an important element of any good drink. Speaking of which, would you like to keep the mug? They're very good. Sturdy and easy to wash."
He cackles, continuing to hold on via his magically strong chain attached to his body.
He shakes his head, holding it back up to them “You should keep it, I have no need for something like that. My work requires I do things at almost all times, meaning I can’t make things for myself.”
She hears the clinking of a spoon against a teacup. "Eh, the real world isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Good to hear you're doing well."
"Good to hear you're faring alright as well." She, with some reluctance, turns to face them. "Yeah, as interesting as the spontaneous chaos of this place is, it isn't the most fun."
He's dressed in a red and gold nightgown with matching slippers and a floppy, pointed cap, as though he were getting ready for bed. He's got an entire tea set on a silver tray beside him, complete with a teapot, an extra cup, and cream and sugar. "I expected more... weird stuff. You know, exciting, illicit treats."
"I mean, there's lots of weird stuff here- just not the mind-breaking sort. At least, not to my knowledge."
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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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She doesn't turn around. "It's... it's actually going better than I anticipated. Plans for a new body are well underway- all that's left is to wait a bit. Said farewell to a good friend of mine, too- I knew we had to part ways eventually, but it's... bittersweet. How about you?"
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 hugs them back, smiling wide “Dang, and here I thought it was because I was charming and handsome.”
Her eyes shine bright “That is amazing, I have never seen someone capable of doing anything like that.”
He steps with the lightning jumping from his feet “Oh am I? Come on, let’s get going then.” He moves with near blinding speed, fast as lightning himself.
He is pulled by the collar, pushing away the thing happening to him, groaning softly “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine, I love you, everything will be okay. Your husband isn’t going to die.”
"Okay! Hold on!" She jumps in the precise way that will send the board spinning, sending them all flying forward like a torpedo. She laughs maniacally as the board takes a nosedive toward a cottage in the woods, the board falling just faster than she is so it looks like she's still doing a kickflip.
He smiles. "Well then, I'm glad we have similar points of view. It's a shame how much petty vengeance goes on these days. I find it better to avoid such things as much as possible. It's hard to be nice sometimes, but it's easier in the long run."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She hears the clinking of a spoon against a teacup. "Eh, the real world isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Good to hear you're doing well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
His magically chain wraps around the board, holding him to it as he cackles from the experience.
He nods “It is simply what I’ve always been taught to do. Revenge is simple, kindness is complex, and complexities often are the better option, though they are far more difficult.”
He puts a clawed hand on the lionfolk's shoulder, giving a little firm shake and looking him in the eyes. "It happens to the best of us, brother. What kind of issues have you been having?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Good to hear you're faring alright as well." She, with some reluctance, turns to face them. "Yeah, as interesting as the spontaneous chaos of this place is, it isn't the most fun."
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)
"We're landing, boy-o!" She laughs as the board slows its spin, heading straight for... "Oh, the poor garden!" She cackles. "Oh well, I didn't like those roses anyway!"
"Complexity is an important element of any good drink. Speaking of which, would you like to keep the mug? They're very good. Sturdy and easy to wash."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
He chuckles, his horns heating up to light the blunt, leaning against the same tree.
“You are destined to achieve your goals with time, I believe you are someone capable of doing great things, but I don’t know you. So maybe I’m wrong.”
He turns red, and goes out of his thunder god form, unable to keep it up without focusing.
He sits down, grabbing his utensils and smiling “I love you so much.” He begins eating, his old charismatic smile back on his face.
He's dressed in a red and gold nightgown with matching slippers and a floppy, pointed cap, as though he were getting ready for bed. He's got an entire tea set on a silver tray beside him, complete with a teapot, an extra cup, and cream and sugar. "I expected more... weird stuff. You know, exciting, illicit treats."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm back and depressed again.*
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
He cackles, continuing to hold on via his magically strong chain attached to his body.
He shakes his head, holding it back up to them “You should keep it, I have no need for something like that. My work requires I do things at almost all times, meaning I can’t make things for myself.”
*Terrible, please, can I do anything to help?*
*Jealousy, neglect, that sort of crud.*
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
"I mean, there's lots of weird stuff here- just not the mind-breaking sort. At least, not to my knowledge."
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)