"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.
He chuckles and leans into "Care to join me in the void?"
"You always do. Always were better at picking up things than I was." He nods.
She cackles again, raising her hands up and chucking more paint on to the building. After a moment or two Samaritan storms out, cleaver in hand.
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."
"A restaurant. The dude who she likes likes the guy who works there."
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.
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.
He looks over, "Hi.."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just...." he sighs, leaning his head in his hands, "I'm sorry about yesterday"
*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.
*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.
*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.
*I love you’re candy themed characters.*
He looks down, picking up his tiny figurine “Did you make me? These look amazing Felix, well done.” He puts it back down, picking up his friend and hugging 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.
He chuckles and leans into "Care to join me in the void?"
"You always do. Always were better at picking up things than I was." He nods.
She cackles again, raising her hands up and chucking more paint on to the building. After a moment or two Samaritan storms out, cleaver in hand.
He shrugs, taking his bottle of bourbon “Why wouldn’t I, it sounds like a good time.”
“But when it comes to makin’ anythin’ that ain’t a figurine out of wood, you take the cake with ease. The crafter of the gang you were, an’ still are.”
She doesn’t run, trying to keep themselves from being angry, taking deep breaths, but the moment they see Samaritan she almost loses control of herself, letting Stroth stand in front of her.
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."
"A restaurant. The dude who she likes likes the guy who works there."
"Ah, I see... yeah, I'll absolutely tag along. Could help carry the eggs, given- well..." She gestures with one set of arms to her other set of arms.
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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.
He looks over, "Hi.."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just...." he sighs, leaning his head in his hands, "I'm sorry about yesterday"
"Nothing to be sorry over. You were honest." He smiles.
"As long as I'm fed, clothed, loved and high, i'm perfectly fine." he says, snickering.
"It makes Waussen happy to know there are people who follow Him" She says smiling, fixing her tooth and shell necklace.
She does the same, tossing and turning.
"I haven't been eating enough..." she says, looking away from him.
He sighs, looking up to the ceiling “I’ve got to do all of that? Even keeping you clothed? Yeah you should take some money for yourself.”
She gets herself something small to eat, taking pint sized bites, still nervous around them, but less.
He wraps her up in his arms, holding her with as much strength as he can, which isn’t very strong at the moment.
He just holds his head in his hands “Oh [gp] me. Please feed yourself the amount of food you need. If you're going to take care of me, do the same for yourself.”
*Here ya go, Salem, my kinda husband*
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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.'
"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.
He chuckles and leans into "Care to join me in the void?"
"You always do. Always were better at picking up things than I was." He nods.
She cackles again, raising her hands up and chucking more paint on to the building. After a moment or two Samaritan storms out, cleaver in hand.
He shrugs, taking his bottle of bourbon “Why wouldn’t I, it sounds like a good time.”
“But when it comes to makin’ anythin’ that ain’t a figurine out of wood, you take the cake with ease. The crafter of the gang you were, an’ still are.”
She doesn’t run, trying to keep themselves from being angry, taking deep breaths, but the moment they see Samaritan she almost loses control of herself, letting Stroth stand in front of her.
The Herald grabs Grimes by the lapels of his jacket, pulling under with a laugh. At about the time they are due, they return to the surface. The Herald smooths out his robes and chuckles.
"Hah! I am not. Y'all can craft as good as me anytime." He folds his arms "My talents just like in machines anyways."
Stroth flips him off, madly cackling and proceeds to cuss him out with every language she's knows.
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
She looks over as he approaches. "Hi, Isaac!"
"What are you drawing?"
"Runes. I can't invest magic into them just yet, but I wanted to practice actually drawing them. Make sure I can actually cast spells once I get there, you know?"
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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)
The Herald grabs Grimes by the lapels of his jacket, pulling under with a laugh. At about the time they are due, they return to the surface. The Herald smooths out his robes and chuckles.
"Hah! I am not. Y'all can craft as good as me anytime." He folds his arms "My talents just like in machines anyways."
Stroth flips him off, madly cackling and proceeds to cuss him out with every language she's knows.
He picks his sniper back up, the bourbon bottle now empty, placing next to the log "Now, let's kill a wife beatering [gp]." He doesn't look afraid.
"Sure we can, that's why yer some one to make every bot an' bit of craftsmanship we've had, don't think you ain't the craftsman."
She steps in front of Stroth, walking up to Samaritan, her appearance becoming more feral, claws sharpening, tail swinging, as she tries to punch him in the face. To hit:30 Damage:13
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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.'
He chuckles and leans into "Care to join me in the void?"
"You always do. Always were better at picking up things than I was." He nods.
She cackles again, raising her hands up and chucking more paint on to the building. After a moment or two Samaritan storms out, cleaver in hand.
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
"A restaurant. The dude who she likes likes the guy who works there."
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
"You okay?"
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
"Yeah, just...." he sighs, leaning his head in his hands, "I'm sorry about yesterday"
*I love you’re candy themed characters.*
He looks down, picking up his tiny figurine “Did you make me? These look amazing Felix, well done.” He puts it back down, picking up his friend and hugging him.
He shrugs, taking his bottle of bourbon “Why wouldn’t I, it sounds like a good time.”
“But when it comes to makin’ anythin’ that ain’t a figurine out of wood, you take the cake with ease. The crafter of the gang you were, an’ still are.”
She doesn’t run, trying to keep themselves from being angry, taking deep breaths, but the moment they see Samaritan she almost loses control of herself, letting Stroth stand in front of her.
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
"Ah, I see... yeah, I'll absolutely tag along. Could help carry the eggs, given- well..." She gestures with one set of arms to her other set of arms.
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)
*Anyone else wanna rp?*
"Nothing to be sorry over. You were honest." He smiles.
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
*Here ya go, Salem, my kinda husband*
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 Herald grabs Grimes by the lapels of his jacket, pulling under with a laugh. At about the time they are due, they return to the surface. The Herald smooths out his robes and chuckles.
"Hah! I am not. Y'all can craft as good as me anytime." He folds his arms "My talents just like in machines anyways."
Stroth flips him off, madly cackling and proceeds to cuss him out with every language she's knows.
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
*Totally dude, who do you want?*
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! Take your pick!*
Omori is back at the library, deep in her reading material- the same book about magic as before.
KK is back at her studio, sorting through fabric with which to tailor a new wardrobe 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)
"What are you drawing?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
"Runes. I can't invest magic into them just yet, but I wanted to practice actually drawing them. Make sure I can actually cast spells once I get there, you know?"
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 picks his sniper back up, the bourbon bottle now empty, placing next to the log "Now, let's kill a wife beatering [gp]." He doesn't look afraid.
"Sure we can, that's why yer some one to make every bot an' bit of craftsmanship we've had, don't think you ain't the craftsman."
She steps in front of Stroth, walking up to Samaritan, her appearance becoming more feral, claws sharpening, tail swinging, as she tries to punch him in the face. To hit:30 Damage:13
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.)