Omori is in the library, reading through a large book about how to make your own spellbook.
KK is back at her studio, assembling mannequins' parts to match some of her old designs.
KK can feel The Heralds presence behind her, observing her work. "Hello again."
She turns to face him. "Hello again! Any luck with your hunt?"
"Oh definitely, now I may speak of it to you." He claps his gloved hand together "There was this girl. She had her life planned out and ready to go but her boyfriend decided to... take away her dignity. Her parents asked me to take care of him so she could forget it all happened." He explains and sighs "A world of disgusting individuals who wish to ruin others simply to make themselves happy"
"Ah, I see. I assume you can tell me now because you 'took care of' him?" She inquires, stitching an arm onto one of her monstrous creations.
"Mhm, he has a flavor to him that I can only describe as cinnamon and rotten milk." The tendrils of fabric flick about.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
There is a person out in the field of flowers near the forest. They have long golden hair that wraps around their shoulder in a braid. They seem to be talking to someone but you cant seem to notice anyone in the immediate area. Maybe a closer look would help...
They can see something, or easily even hear it despite the distance, what appears to be a giant man with dragon horns that seem like a natural part of him, carrying trees with one hand as if they were as light as small logs. A mountain of muscle and friendly vibes.
They turn around at the sound of his footsteps, smiling. "Oh, hey there! Don't think I've met you before."
They look down, some entire trees on their shoulder, their other hand open. He smiles at them, friendly despite the sharp fangs "I don't believe I've met you either. Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag,"
"Nice to meet you Rag, you can call us Sam and Mike." They look down towards the grass and say, "C'mon Mike, say hello."
A snake head pokes up out of the grass, looking bored. With a hiss it says "Hello there, come to save me from Sam talking me to death?"
There is a person out in the field of flowers near the forest. They have long golden hair that wraps around their shoulder in a braid. They seem to be talking to someone but you cant seem to notice anyone in the immediate area. Maybe a closer look would help...
They can see something, or easily even hear it despite the distance, what appears to be a giant man with dragon horns that seem like a natural part of him, carrying trees with one hand as if they were as light as small logs. A mountain of muscle and friendly vibes.
They turn around at the sound of his footsteps, smiling. "Oh, hey there! Don't think I've met you before."
They look down, some entire trees on their shoulder, their other hand open. He smiles at them, friendly despite the sharp fangs "I don't believe I've met you either. Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag,"
"Nice to meet you Rag, you can call us Sam and Mike." They look down towards the grass and say, "C'mon Mike, say hello."
A snake head pokes up out of the grass, looking bored. With a hiss it says "Hello there, come to save me from Sam talking me to death?"
*Heres a character image*
He looks to the snake as well as the person they are attached to "Save you? Maybe, depends on a few things." He squats down to be on the same level with both of them "Welcome. nice to meet you too."
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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 in the library, reading through a large book about how to make your own spellbook.
KK is back at her studio, assembling mannequins' parts to match some of her old designs.
KK can feel The Heralds presence behind her, observing her work. "Hello again."
She turns to face him. "Hello again! Any luck with your hunt?"
"Oh definitely, now I may speak of it to you." He claps his gloved hand together "There was this girl. She had her life planned out and ready to go but her boyfriend decided to... take away her dignity. Her parents asked me to take care of him so she could forget it all happened." He explains and sighs "A world of disgusting individuals who wish to ruin others simply to make themselves happy"
"Ah, I see. I assume you can tell me now because you 'took care of' him?" She inquires, stitching an arm onto one of her monstrous creations.
"Mhm, he has a flavor to him that I can only describe as cinnamon and rotten milk." The tendrils of fabric flick about.
"So that's how you disposed of the evidence, hm? Intriguing." Her radio antennae twitch slightly.
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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 in the library, reading through a large book about how to make your own spellbook.
KK is back at her studio, assembling mannequins' parts to match some of her old designs.
KK can feel The Heralds presence behind her, observing her work. "Hello again."
She turns to face him. "Hello again! Any luck with your hunt?"
"Oh definitely, now I may speak of it to you." He claps his gloved hand together "There was this girl. She had her life planned out and ready to go but her boyfriend decided to... take away her dignity. Her parents asked me to take care of him so she could forget it all happened." He explains and sighs "A world of disgusting individuals who wish to ruin others simply to make themselves happy"
"Ah, I see. I assume you can tell me now because you 'took care of' him?" She inquires, stitching an arm onto one of her monstrous creations.
"Mhm, he has a flavor to him that I can only describe as cinnamon and rotten milk." The tendrils of fabric flick about.
"So that's how you disposed of the evidence, hm? Intriguing." Her radio antennae twitch slightly.
"I eat those who are evil, it's my job as a liberator. To liberate those who are suffering from those who are horrible." He bows his headm
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
There is a person out in the field of flowers near the forest. They have long golden hair that wraps around their shoulder in a braid. They seem to be talking to someone but you cant seem to notice anyone in the immediate area. Maybe a closer look would help...
They can see something, or easily even hear it despite the distance, what appears to be a giant man with dragon horns that seem like a natural part of him, carrying trees with one hand as if they were as light as small logs. A mountain of muscle and friendly vibes.
They turn around at the sound of his footsteps, smiling. "Oh, hey there! Don't think I've met you before."
They look down, some entire trees on their shoulder, their other hand open. He smiles at them, friendly despite the sharp fangs "I don't believe I've met you either. Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag,"
"Nice to meet you Rag, you can call us Sam and Mike." They look down towards the grass and say, "C'mon Mike, say hello."
A snake head pokes up out of the grass, looking bored. With a hiss it says "Hello there, come to save me from Sam talking me to death?"
*Heres a character image*
He looks to the snake as well as the person they are attached to "Save you? Maybe, depends on a few things." He squats down to be on the same level with both of them "Welcome. nice to meet you too."
"You'd think they would get tired of talking to me but nooo. Of course, I have to share a body with the chattiest person alive, can you even-"
Sam cuts him off. "You can ignore him for now, he's always really grumpy. I honestly don't blame him, having to go from a human to a sentient snake attached to another person's body, doesn't seem fun. Though he may say I talk a lot at least I'm good company." They say, shooting a glare at Mike who flicks his tongue at them defiantly.
Herald stares at him through the eyeholes of the mask, letting him go. "If you run again, I will sniff you life and you will never live up to the destiny you were meant to have." He whispers, sounding like his voice is made of metal scraping against each other.
"A grandma? Huh, never thought I'd hear that." He laughs a bit.
He doesn't run once he's let go, doesn't even try, he just stays where he is and nods slowly "I won't run again."
"Would ya like ta meet her?" He says with a beaming smile "She's amazin'."
"Good." He sighs, pulling back. He straightens out his robes, the blood still on there and potent to the senses. "That was rude... Though I admit I was rude as well for not explaining myself."
He blinks "Oh, sure! If she makes ya happy, of course!"
He nods again, not saying anything as he slowly feels less of a need to run, kinda just rather existing and following what he's told to do.
He stands up, smiling "Come on then pardner." He picks him and begins taking him *Now we need Baalze.*
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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 in the library, reading through a large book about how to make your own spellbook.
KK is back at her studio, assembling mannequins' parts to match some of her old designs.
KK can feel The Heralds presence behind her, observing her work. "Hello again."
She turns to face him. "Hello again! Any luck with your hunt?"
"Oh definitely, now I may speak of it to you." He claps his gloved hand together "There was this girl. She had her life planned out and ready to go but her boyfriend decided to... take away her dignity. Her parents asked me to take care of him so she could forget it all happened." He explains and sighs "A world of disgusting individuals who wish to ruin others simply to make themselves happy"
"Ah, I see. I assume you can tell me now because you 'took care of' him?" She inquires, stitching an arm onto one of her monstrous creations.
"Mhm, he has a flavor to him that I can only describe as cinnamon and rotten milk." The tendrils of fabric flick about.
"So that's how you disposed of the evidence, hm? Intriguing." Her radio antennae twitch slightly.
"I eat those who are evil, it's my job as a liberator. To liberate those who are suffering from those who are horrible." He bows his head
"Sounds like a rather noble goal. I can definitely see the appeal." She begins sewing another arm onto the conceptual abomination.
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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)
Herald stares at him through the eyeholes of the mask, letting him go. "If you run again, I will sniff you life and you will never live up to the destiny you were meant to have." He whispers, sounding like his voice is made of metal scraping against each other.
"A grandma? Huh, never thought I'd hear that." He laughs a bit.
He doesn't run once he's let go, doesn't even try, he just stays where he is and nods slowly "I won't run again."
"Would ya like ta meet her?" He says with a beaming smile "She's amazin'."
"Good." He sighs, pulling back. He straightens out his robes, the blood still on there and potent to the senses. "That was rude... Though I admit I was rude as well for not explaining myself."
He blinks "Oh, sure! If she makes ya happy, of course!"
He nods again, not saying anything as he slowly feels less of a need to run, kinda just rather existing and following what he's told to do.
He stands up, smiling "Come on then pardner." He picks him and begins taking him *Now we need Baalze.*
The Herald takes a deep breath in, his clothes seeming to change to a long black trench coat with indigo stripes with a wide brimmed hood over his head that conceals his face in shadows. Underneath of the jacket he wears a black tank-top and cargo pants. His skin tone looks like a regular humans despite his powers. He sighs and and tilts his head "I will allow you back up there but I will be listening to every word you say. If they ask questions as to who I am, do not respond. I will take care of them." He says and claps his hands, the two back in the real world.
Arthur squeaks and squirms "I can walk!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is in the library, reading through a large book about how to make your own spellbook.
KK is back at her studio, assembling mannequins' parts to match some of her old designs.
KK can feel The Heralds presence behind her, observing her work. "Hello again."
She turns to face him. "Hello again! Any luck with your hunt?"
"Oh definitely, now I may speak of it to you." He claps his gloved hand together "There was this girl. She had her life planned out and ready to go but her boyfriend decided to... take away her dignity. Her parents asked me to take care of him so she could forget it all happened." He explains and sighs "A world of disgusting individuals who wish to ruin others simply to make themselves happy"
"Ah, I see. I assume you can tell me now because you 'took care of' him?" She inquires, stitching an arm onto one of her monstrous creations.
"Mhm, he has a flavor to him that I can only describe as cinnamon and rotten milk." The tendrils of fabric flick about.
"So that's how you disposed of the evidence, hm? Intriguing." Her radio antennae twitch slightly.
"I eat those who are evil, it's my job as a liberator. To liberate those who are suffering from those who are horrible." He bows his head
"Sounds like a rather noble goal. I can definitely see the appeal." She begins sewing another arm onto the conceptual abomination.
"Well done on that by the way." He gestures to the abomination "Well made, versatile, comfortable."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Herald takes a deep breath in, his clothes seeming to change to a long black trench coat with indigo stripes with a wide brimmed hood over his head that conceals his face in shadows. Underneath of the jacket he wears a black tank-top and cargo pants. His skin tone looks like a regular humans despite his powers. He sighs and and tilts his head "I will allow you back up there but I will be listening to every word you say. If they ask questions as to who I am, do not respond. I will take care of them." He says and claps his hands, the two back in the real world.
Arthur squeaks and squirms "I can walk!!"
Unlike most would expect, he doesn't try to run, instead walking away "I'll see you when I'm meant to. Goodbye for now." He waves at them before heading to find his rifle, thinking that maybe, this time he picked the right horse.
He moves with long, heavy strides, holding him too tight for them to escape "Can ya?" He gives a genuine cackle "Don't want your legs gettin' tired."
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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.'
*My little brother stopped looking at MLP ship art for long enough to give me the computer for five minutes, then immediately decided he wanted to play Duolingo for an hour on the same computer when he hadn't played in months. He also mumbles every question out loud in French, even the ones that don't require him to speak (he does those ones over and over because it has a hard time picking up said mumbling).*
*I'm not supposed to be complaining about this. My mom yelled at me just for asking him why he didn't start Duolingo before giving me the computer since he had been on for hours before I even got up.*
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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.
"Thank you! This design is probably my favorite out of all the old concepts." She takes a step back, looking at the creation- a more humanoid conglomerate of mannequin parts. Well, humanoid aside from the horrifically long arms made from other parts, and the fact its lower half consists of a 'gown' composed entirely of branching arms and hands.
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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)
*My little brother stopped looking at MLP ship art for long enough to give me the computer for five minutes, then immediately decided he wanted to play Duolingo for an hour on the same computer when he hadn't played in months. He also mumbles every question out loud in French, even the ones that don't require him to speak (he does those ones over and over because it has a hard time picking up said mumbling).*
*I'm not supposed to be complaining about this. My mom yelled at me just for asking him why he didn't start Duolingo before giving me the computer since he had been on for hours before I even got up.*
*Nah bro, its important to vent about these things because with all due respect to your little brother, that sounds like some bull that I wouldn't tolerate, but assuming you cannot act with violence, I don't know what to tell you other than try to be patient I guess.*
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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.'
*My little brother stopped looking at MLP ship art for long enough to give me the computer for five minutes, then immediately decided he wanted to play Duolingo for an hour on the same computer when he hadn't played in months. He also mumbles every question out loud in French, even the ones that don't require him to speak (he does those ones over and over because it has a hard time picking up said mumbling).*
*I'm not supposed to be complaining about this. My mom yelled at me just for asking him why he didn't start Duolingo before giving me the computer since he had been on for hours before I even got up.*
*that's just siblings. Its gonna be hard but at the same time they're just a kid, they're gonna be annoying lol*
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"Mhm, he has a flavor to him that I can only describe as cinnamon and rotten milk." The tendrils of fabric flick about.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks to the snake as well as the person they are attached to "Save you? Maybe, depends on a few things." He squats down to be on the same level with both of them "Welcome. nice to meet you too."
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.)
*Anyone want to rp for as much time as they can?*
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.)
"So that's how you disposed of the evidence, hm? Intriguing." Her radio antennae twitch slightly.
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 had replied to you.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I eat those who are evil, it's my job as a liberator. To liberate those who are suffering from those who are horrible." He bows his headm
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Okay, got ya. I'll get that.*
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.)
"You'd think they would get tired of talking to me but nooo. Of course, I have to share a body with the chattiest person alive, can you even-"
Sam cuts him off. "You can ignore him for now, he's always really grumpy. I honestly don't blame him, having to go from a human to a sentient snake attached to another person's body, doesn't seem fun. Though he may say I talk a lot at least I'm good company." They say, shooting a glare at Mike who flicks his tongue at them defiantly.
He nods again, not saying anything as he slowly feels less of a need to run, kinda just rather existing and following what he's told to do.
He stands up, smiling "Come on then pardner." He picks him and begins taking him *Now we need Baalze.*
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.)
"Sounds like a rather noble goal. I can definitely see the appeal." She begins sewing another arm onto the conceptual abomination.
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)
The Herald takes a deep breath in, his clothes seeming to change to a long black trench coat with indigo stripes with a wide brimmed hood over his head that conceals his face in shadows. Underneath of the jacket he wears a black tank-top and cargo pants. His skin tone looks like a regular humans despite his powers. He sighs and and tilts his head "I will allow you back up there but I will be listening to every word you say. If they ask questions as to who I am, do not respond. I will take care of them." He says and claps his hands, the two back in the real world.
Arthur squeaks and squirms "I can walk!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well done on that by the way." He gestures to the abomination "Well made, versatile, comfortable."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Okie dokie, I got to head home and pick up my sister.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Unlike most would expect, he doesn't try to run, instead walking away "I'll see you when I'm meant to. Goodbye for now." He waves at them before heading to find his rifle, thinking that maybe, this time he picked the right horse.
He moves with long, heavy strides, holding him too tight for them to escape "Can ya?" He gives a genuine cackle "Don't want your legs gettin' tired."
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.)
Drive safe, wendy
*My little brother stopped looking at MLP ship art for long enough to give me the computer for five minutes, then immediately decided he wanted to play Duolingo for an hour on the same computer when he hadn't played in months. He also mumbles every question out loud in French, even the ones that don't require him to speak (he does those ones over and over because it has a hard time picking up said mumbling).*
*I'm not supposed to be complaining about this. My mom yelled at me just for asking him why he didn't start Duolingo before giving me the computer since he had been on for hours before I even got up.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for KK and Herald*
"Thank you! This design is probably my favorite out of all the old concepts." She takes a step back, looking at the creation- a more humanoid conglomerate of mannequin parts. Well, humanoid aside from the horrifically long arms made from other parts, and the fact its lower half consists of a 'gown' composed entirely of branching arms and hands.
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)
*Nah bro, its important to vent about these things because with all due respect to your little brother, that sounds like some bull that I wouldn't tolerate, but assuming you cannot act with violence, I don't know what to tell you other than try to be patient I guess.*
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.)
*that's just siblings. Its gonna be hard but at the same time they're just a kid, they're gonna be annoying lol*