The Herald slips over. He stops him for a moment before feeling over his stomach. He seems to be checking for any issues, mumbling to himself.
She claps her hands and cheers.
Brody notices he is now being waved at and waves back.
The healing has completed, and actually his internals are better off than they were before. When they get close Grimes hugs them suddenly, their longer arms fully wrapping around.
He turns, not knowing she was there and takes off the blindfold "Oh hey honey, did ya find out who Riotan likes?"
He sits down next to them, smiling softly "Good... what time is it actually?"
The Herald doesn't seem to jump off make any noises but seems surprised. He finally speaks up "What are you doing?"
"Yep. It's Samaritan, that big ol (GP) who owns the overpriced crappy restaurant. Merabelle and I went over to coated the place in paint before he came out and then we got drunk."
"Late afternoon." He says, nodding.
He looks to them with big puppies eyes "Hug." They grumble, smiling with much sharper teeth than before.
He rolls his shoulders and neck "I'll go apologize to 'em, cause yer wrong. Do ya really want ta know who Riotan likes? Cause it ain't him." He sighs, getting on one knee in front of her, smiling as he looks into her eyes.
"Oh, Good late afternoon then, how have you been." He adjusts his tie, which he seems to always wear.
The Herald just lets themselves be hugged, confused more than anything.
"Huh?" She tilts her head, blinking "Did he lie to me again! Awwww he promised he wouldn't!!" She hisses.
"Pretty well at the moment, but overall I am tired." He says and rubs the back of his neck.
Omori is back to practicing her magic, and at one point, manages to produce a second spark. She keeps practicing, feeling that she's getting close to fully casting a spell.
KK has animated a few of the mannequins in her studio, which simply wander about the place with no clear motivation. She continues her work on her more monstrous creations.
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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 stares at him without moving, like he is searching for something.
She becomes rigid "Oh... I do not know what... to say.." she says, rubbing her arms "We kinda told Samaritan he liked him.."
"Have you been healed yet?"
They look back to them "What?" Confused on what they may be looking for.
He kisses her forehead, sighing "I've got it all under control, I'll talk ta Samaritan, I'll talk ta Riotan, I'll talk ta Merabelle." He gets up
"What do you mean healed?"
The Herald clicks his tongue and sighs "Nothing." He turns away.
She looks sad now, sitting down and bringing her knees to her chest.
"Healed. You're bones not.. Broken anymore."
He just sits there, finishing his water, with nothing to do he waits.
He pats her head "Don't be sad, ya made a mistake based on a lie thought was the truth. You bein' sad makes me sad." He picks her up and heads to Samaritan's restaurant.
"That makes months, and I broke these yesterday. So nope."
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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.'
The Herald stares at him without moving, like he is searching for something.
She becomes rigid "Oh... I do not know what... to say.." she says, rubbing her arms "We kinda told Samaritan he liked him.."
"Have you been healed yet?"
They look back to them "What?" Confused on what they may be looking for.
He kisses her forehead, sighing "I've got it all under control, I'll talk ta Samaritan, I'll talk ta Riotan, I'll talk ta Merabelle." He gets up
"What do you mean healed?"
The Herald clicks his tongue and sighs "Nothing." He turns away.
She looks sad now, sitting down and bringing her knees to her chest.
"Healed. You're bones not.. Broken anymore."
He just sits there, finishing his water, with nothing to do he waits.
He pats her head "Don't be sad, ya made a mistake based on a lie thought was the truth. You bein' sad makes me sad." He picks her up and heads to Samaritan's restaurant.
"That makes months, and I broke these yesterday. So nope."
The Herald unfolds his arms and heads into the tavern, intent on trying to get alcohol.
She stays curled up in his arms. Samaritan watches them come over, his eyes burning as he steps outside, a hellish-brand pistol in hand.
Her eyes are still fixed on the masterpiece. "It's... it's beautiful!"
"No problem. If I may ask... what happened?"
She takes it off the canvas, holding it with a sharp smile "What do you want to do with it?"
"Drinking happened... because... I'm an idiot..." He sighs
"I... I'd like you to have it. You made it, after all." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling.
KK nods, not quite sure how to respond. Instead, she listens.
She puts it back on the canvas "Then I'll get it dry, an' I'll keep it fer myself, I like the paintin' an' I like you."
He continues to talk about how he did some stupid things, and can't remember what happened after that.
Omori is visibly beaming. "Thanks! I like you too, and the painting as well."
"I see... well, from what I heard y'all didn't do anything too egregious, and it seems like you know not to do that again, and that's what matters. We learn from our mistakes all the time."
The Herald unfolds his arms and heads into the tavern, intent on trying to get alcohol.
She stays curled up in his arms. Samaritan watches them come over, his eyes burning as he steps outside, a hellish-brand pistol in hand.
He blinks behind the sunglasses "You what?"
Grimes gets up and follows, his arms swinging lazily as he does so.
He continues to hold her, standing in front of Samaritan, unperturbed by the pistol in his hand "Sorry 'bout what happened yesterday, Riotan was lyin' and it led ta some poor choices. Can ya fergive her? I'll clean the restaurant if ya want."
"I broke my bones yesterday fighting, they'll heal eventually. Probably."
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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.'
The Herald just lets themselves be hugged, confused more than anything.
"Huh?" She tilts her head, blinking "Did he lie to me again! Awwww he promised he wouldn't!!" She hisses.
"Pretty well at the moment, but overall I am tired." He says and rubs the back of his neck.
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 lowers his arms after a bit, sitting down and breathing heavy from their workout.
He holds her shoulders, looking into her eyes "I don't blame him, I ain't no detective, but I know who he likes...an' it's you."
He chuckles, stretching his arms "Same, got some work done today, keeping up with my quota, but its so boring."
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 summons a bottle of water and hands it to him. He stands there, folding his arms.
She blinks once, twice, twenty four times and bursts out laughing "That has to be a joke right? He's lying again isn't he?"
"Boring how?" He asks.
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 continues to climb until he reaches the summit. Once he gets to the top, jumping down as far as he can and sprinting after them.
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.)
He takes the bottle, beginning to drink, still tired, but less with time.
His expression doesn't change, only shaking his head "I'm not joking, he just won't tell ya cause yer I'm love with me." He says, serious.
"Nothing is strong enough to give a challenge, this one only broke some of my bones."
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.)
*Cadel laughs as he points towards the ground beneath Geralt's feet*
"Watch out!"
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
The Herald stares at him without moving, like he is searching for something.
She becomes rigid "Oh... I do not know what... to say.." she says, rubbing her arms "We kinda told Samaritan he liked him.."
"Have you been healed yet?"
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
Omori is back to practicing her magic, and at one point, manages to produce a second spark. She keeps practicing, feeling that she's getting close to fully casting a spell.
KK has animated a few of the mannequins in her studio, which simply wander about the place with no clear motivation. She continues her work on her more monstrous creations.
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... I'd like you to have it. You made it, after all." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling.
KK nods, not quite sure how to respond. Instead, she listens.
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 immediately begins running towards them, tossing his broken greatsword away from him into the ground.
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.)
They look back to them "What?" Confused on what they may be looking for.
He kisses her forehead, sighing "I've got it all under control, I'll talk ta Samaritan, I'll talk ta Riotan, I'll talk ta Merabelle." He gets up
"What do you mean healed?"
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 puts it back on the canvas "Then I'll get it dry, an' I'll keep it fer myself, I like the paintin' an' I like you."
He continues to talk about how he did some stupid things, and can't remember what happened after 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.)
The Herald clicks his tongue and sighs "Nothing." He turns away.
She looks sad now, sitting down and bringing her knees to her chest.
"Healed. You're bones not.. Broken anymore."
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 just sits there, finishing his water, with nothing to do he waits.
He pats her head "Don't be sad, ya made a mistake based on a lie thought was the truth. You bein' sad makes me sad." He picks her up and heads to Samaritan's restaurant.
"That makes months, and I broke these yesterday. So nope."
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 unfolds his arms and heads into the tavern, intent on trying to get alcohol.
She stays curled up in his arms. Samaritan watches them come over, his eyes burning as he steps outside, a hellish-brand pistol in hand.
He blinks behind the sunglasses "You what?"
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
*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*he laughs as he stands still and watches Geralt run towards him*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
Omori is visibly beaming. "Thanks! I like you too, and the painting as well."
"I see... well, from what I heard y'all didn't do anything too egregious, and it seems like you know not to do that again, and that's what matters. We learn from our mistakes all the time."
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)
Grimes gets up and follows, his arms swinging lazily as he does so.
He continues to hold her, standing in front of Samaritan, unperturbed by the pistol in his hand "Sorry 'bout what happened yesterday, Riotan was lyin' and it led ta some poor choices. Can ya fergive her? I'll clean the restaurant if ya want."
"I broke my bones yesterday fighting, they'll heal eventually. Probably."
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.)
He is running at 10ft a second, swinging the chained greatsword at them to catch them, lasso style.
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.)