KK tiredly opens her eyes, quickly remembering how to do so after so long without a face, looking around.
Their new body is about a foot taller than their previous one, and made of much less synthetic material. Four spindly long arms, one pair slightly lower than the other, twitch and move their slender hands and fingers with almost claw-like nails. Across her body are occasional patches of a grey-green chitinous plating, mostly concentrated around her joints. She has around shoulder-length brown hair that is very slightly wavy, a mouth with what seems to be two rows of teeth, and six emerald green eyes with W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish- two pairs smaller than the primary ones, arranged in a sort of triangle shape of three on each side of her face. She wears a plain grey sweater with modified sleeves and matching pants- clothes tailored by KK herself days beforehand when she first saw the body completed. The one trait that seemed to carry over in any capacity is two slender metallic antennae that seem to extend from the base of her skull- an implant on her brain stem keeping her as connected to radio signals as she was before.
KK looks over at Stroth, clearly a little tired from the process but still smiling for the first time in a long time. "Good morning."
Stroth grins and slams her hands on the table "WUNDERBAR!!"
She grins as well, attempting to detatch herself from the supports that were keeping the body upright when it was far less animated than it is now. "Wunderbar indeed. This is incredible! I feel incredible! I can't thank you enough."
Stroth helps her down "No, thank you! This was fun!!!"
*Sorry about the delay again.*
"Agreed- this has been really fun for me too!!" She pauses, thinking of something. "I'd love to help with any other projects you're working on, if you want."
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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)
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
Omori is continuing to read from her book on magic, practicing drawing sigils on a separate piece of paper.
Isaac comes over and looks at the sigil
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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
Xan is inside, having a poker game with some devils
Isaac is reading an old book at a nearby table
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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
KK tiredly opens her eyes, quickly remembering how to do so after so long without a face, looking around.
Their new body is about a foot taller than their previous one, and made of much less synthetic material. Four spindly long arms, one pair slightly lower than the other, twitch and move their slender hands and fingers with almost claw-like nails. Across her body are occasional patches of a grey-green chitinous plating, mostly concentrated around her joints. She has around shoulder-length brown hair that is very slightly wavy, a mouth with what seems to be two rows of teeth, and six emerald green eyes with W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish- two pairs smaller than the primary ones, arranged in a sort of triangle shape of three on each side of her face. She wears a plain grey sweater with modified sleeves and matching pants- clothes tailored by KK herself days beforehand when she first saw the body completed. The one trait that seemed to carry over in any capacity is two slender metallic antennae that seem to extend from the base of her skull- an implant on her brain stem keeping her as connected to radio signals as she was before.
KK looks over at Stroth, clearly a little tired from the process but still smiling for the first time in a long time. "Good morning."
Stroth grins and slams her hands on the table "WUNDERBAR!!"
She grins as well, attempting to detatch herself from the supports that were keeping the body upright when it was far less animated than it is now. "Wunderbar indeed. This is incredible! I feel incredible! I can't thank you enough."
Stroth helps her down "No, thank you! This was fun!!!"
*Sorry about the delay again.*
"Agreed- this has been really fun for me too!!" She pauses, thinking of something. "I'd love to help with any other projects you're working on, if you want."
"At the moment, not many. Me and this other chick who is a friend of mine are planning on egging a house later. You want in?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
"6 or so, I haven't checked the clock." He nods and grins behind his mask.
Arthur laughs a bit, wiping a tear from his eye "An accordion?"
She grins madly and cackles, leading the way to Samaritan's restaurant.
*I very much was, but thank you.*
"Welp, I'll be training until then, unless you have something you want me to do."
He grins wide "I picked up a few talents along my travels, what do ya think?"
She follows, carrying the barrels of paint over her shoulders, smiling softly.
"No, you are good to go." He nods.
"Amazing my friend. Never thought ya could do that!"
She cackles madly and takes on can "HEY (GP)! THIS IS FOR BEING A TEASE!!" She levitates the paint and pours it over the pristine building.
“Then what will I waste three hours doing?” He puts his sniper back down.
He plays a decent melody, no bard, but definitely not bad “Learn some interestin’ things when ya travel.”
Merabelle steps back, taking one of the barrels off her shoulder before throwing it as hard as she can against the building, causing it to explode and spray paint everywhere.
KK tiredly opens her eyes, quickly remembering how to do so after so long without a face, looking around.
Their new body is about a foot taller than their previous one, and made of much less synthetic material. Four spindly long arms, one pair slightly lower than the other, twitch and move their slender hands and fingers with almost claw-like nails. Across her body are occasional patches of a grey-green chitinous plating, mostly concentrated around her joints. She has around shoulder-length brown hair that is very slightly wavy, a mouth with what seems to be two rows of teeth, and six emerald green eyes with W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish- two pairs smaller than the primary ones, arranged in a sort of triangle shape of three on each side of her face. She wears a plain grey sweater with modified sleeves and matching pants- clothes tailored by KK herself days beforehand when she first saw the body completed. The one trait that seemed to carry over in any capacity is two slender metallic antennae that seem to extend from the base of her skull- an implant on her brain stem keeping her as connected to radio signals as she was before.
KK looks over at Stroth, clearly a little tired from the process but still smiling for the first time in a long time. "Good morning."
Stroth grins and slams her hands on the table "WUNDERBAR!!"
She grins as well, attempting to detatch herself from the supports that were keeping the body upright when it was far less animated than it is now. "Wunderbar indeed. This is incredible! I feel incredible! I can't thank you enough."
Stroth helps her down "No, thank you! This was fun!!!"
*Sorry about the delay again.*
"Agreed- this has been really fun for me too!!" She pauses, thinking of something. "I'd love to help with any other projects you're working on, if you want."
"At the moment, not many. Me and this other chick who is a friend of mine are planning on egging a house later. You want in?"
She thinks about it for a worryingly brief amount of time. "Sure, why not? Whose house? Not like the answer matters much to me."
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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)
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
Scott walks up to the roof and sits down beside him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
Scott walks up to the roof and sits down beside him.
*Sorry about the delay again.*
"Agreed- this has been really fun for me too!!" She pauses, thinking of something. "I'd love to help with any other projects you're working on, if you want."
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 continuing to read from her book on magic, practicing drawing sigils on a separate piece of paper.
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)
*How goes it my frens?*
*Also characters*
Tycho is for once sober, sitting quietly on the tavern roof
The black haired young man i intro'd is talking to a group of knights out in the forest. The party seems to be getting increasingly aggressive towards him
*I very much was, but thank you.*
"Welp, I'll be training until then, unless you have something you want me to do."
He grins wide "I picked up a few talents along my travels, what do ya think?"
She follows, carrying the barrels of paint over her shoulders, smiling softly.
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.)
Isaac comes over and looks at the sigil
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
Isaac is reading an old book at a nearby table
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
*Ever wanted to play as a cartoon supervillain?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yep, nearly all the time. Are you making a cartoon supervillian? if so, wanna rp with them? Or anyone really?*
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'm strongly considering it.*
*And yes, but I'm still working on ideas right now since I'm not feeling invested in my characters right now. Have a Felix.*
Felix is setting up a model train set. He's having a bit of difficulty getting the tracks in high-up places.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks over as he approaches. "Hi, Isaac!"
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)
"At the moment, not many. Me and this other chick who is a friend of mine are planning on egging a house later. You want in?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I understand that, things will get better with time, until then, may your ideas be to your liking.*
Rag sees this, and while he’s struggling comes over to help, having very little issue with high places himself, more low ones being the problem.
"No, you are good to go." He nods.
"Amazing my friend. Never thought ya could do that!"
She cackles madly and takes on can "HEY (GP)! THIS IS FOR BEING A TEASE!!" She levitates the paint and pours it over the pristine building.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Very.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Then what will I waste three hours doing?” He puts his sniper back down.
He plays a decent melody, no bard, but definitely not bad “Learn some interestin’ things when ya travel.”
Merabelle steps back, taking one of the barrels off her shoulder before throwing it as hard as she can against the building, causing it to explode and spray paint everywhere.
She thinks about it for a worryingly brief amount of time. "Sure, why not? Whose house? Not like the answer matters much to me."
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)
Scott walks up to the roof and sits down beside him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks over, "Hi.."
*I may make another candy-themed character.*
Rag notices that the train was hand-made and hand-painted, with little figurines of Felix's friends, including him, Sparrow, and even Stroth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.