KK is on the roof of the Inn, birdwatching and making sketches of what she sees.
*Okay...Thank you.*
Geralt is training, having built himself a tower that expands into the sky, above the clouds, and is now climbing up it with just his arms, his legs, and his broken greatsword, his strength inhuman, radiating heat and light like a red star in the sky as he goes higher and higher. There is something about this guy.
* No problem :)*
KK is shocked, stopping for a second wondering how she missed the colossal tower nonchalantly standing in front of the Inn, and moves closer to get a better look.
It is made entirely of stone, and seems to have finger holes forced into them in places, like Geralt pulled it out of the ground by force, but that's impossible for a human, right?
She pauses for a moment, thinking. Geralt seems pretty far up the tower from where she's standing... she decides to go ask him about it.
KK starts attempting to scale the tower herself. She's not going at the ludicrous speeds that Geralt is, but finds spots of the stone to hold onto and slowly climbs up.
Geralt eventually stops, turning around, taking deep breaths, holding himself up with one hand as he rests in a handhold he forced with his fingers. He looks down and see KK in the distance climbing, he makes sure to stay where he is, tossing his broken greatsword down, the chain magically extending to meet them halfway.
KK, after clambering up enough to do so, grabs onto the greatsword's chain, using it to help her the rest of the way to where Geralt is. By the time she reaches him, she is visibly exhausted.
"Hey Geralt... thanks for... helping me up."
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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)
".... It's hard to explain. I'm like a human but not entirely. I was a human at one point but then I wasn't." He tries to explain.
She refuses to let go of him, nodding "... I am stupid.."
"Mn, most of my magic just lies in healing.'
He nods "I get ya, somethin' happen and now ya ain't the same. Do ya have any more o' those healin' potions from befer?"
"No you aren't. Don't say that again." He says, rubbing her back softly "You are the smartest person I'll ever done met, emotions just ain't yer strongest." He says, looking to her just as softly and lovingly.
"Oh, so if I come back to you after a fight, you can heal me, and then I can fight again."
*If you want to continue Wendi.*
"Hm? Oh, yeah." He nods, raising his head from where it had been placed in his palm.
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "I don't want to hurt his feelings... He's my best friend."
KK is on the roof of the Inn, birdwatching and making sketches of what she sees.
*Okay...Thank you.*
Geralt is training, having built himself a tower that expands into the sky, above the clouds, and is now climbing up it with just his arms, his legs, and his broken greatsword, his strength inhuman, radiating heat and light like a red star in the sky as he goes higher and higher. There is something about this guy.
* No problem :)*
KK is shocked, stopping for a second wondering how she missed the colossal tower nonchalantly standing in front of the Inn, and moves closer to get a better look.
It is made entirely of stone, and seems to have finger holes forced into them in places, like Geralt pulled it out of the ground by force, but that's impossible for a human, right?
She pauses for a moment, thinking. Geralt seems pretty far up the tower from where she's standing... she decides to go ask him about it.
KK starts attempting to scale the tower herself. She's not going at the ludicrous speeds that Geralt is, but finds spots of the stone to hold onto and slowly climbs up.
Geralt eventually stops, turning around, taking deep breaths, holding himself up with one hand as he rests in a handhold he forced with his fingers. He looks down and see KK in the distance climbing, he makes sure to stay where he is, tossing his broken greatsword down, the chain magically extending to meet them halfway.
KK, after clambering up enough to do so, grabs onto the greatsword's chain, using it to help her the rest of the way to where Geralt is. By the time she reaches him, she is visibly exhausted.
"Hey Geralt... thanks for... helping me up."
He sticks his fingers into the pillar, breaking them a handhold by force, sweating heavily himself, though he doesn't appear tired, his eyes glowing as well. "Hello KK, did you want to work out a bit too? Or do you need me for something?"
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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.'
".... It's hard to explain. I'm like a human but not entirely. I was a human at one point but then I wasn't." He tries to explain.
She refuses to let go of him, nodding "... I am stupid.."
"Mn, most of my magic just lies in healing.'
He nods "I get ya, somethin' happen and now ya ain't the same. Do ya have any more o' those healin' potions from befer?"
"No you aren't. Don't say that again." He says, rubbing her back softly "You are the smartest person I'll ever done met, emotions just ain't yer strongest." He says, looking to her just as softly and lovingly.
"Oh, so if I come back to you after a fight, you can heal me, and then I can fight again."
*If you want to continue Wendi.*
"Hm? Oh, yeah." He nods, raising his head from where it had been placed in his palm.
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "I don't want to hurt his feelings... He's my best friend."
"Sure?" He raises a brow.
"Okay, I was just wondering, in case you want to waste time again." He downs another bourbon glass.
"Then it won't hurt, he already knows you are about him, you just don't love him the same way he does you. It will take him time, but he will accept that." He says, putting his hand to their cheek "I don't blame him,"
He is already excited "I can fight all the time then."
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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 shakes her hand. "Gideon Shuemen, pleasure to meet ya." The back of his pink-dyed paw has a brand on it, marking him as a criminal when he got it and until the appendage is removed, which itself would be an act of punishment or penance. A permanent mark of stigma, even among criminals. This one is rendered only unto those who have killed many high-class individuals, and was rarely used as the convicted were usually executed before the brand could be placed.
She raises an eyebrow upon seeing the brand “Now ain’t that somethin’, ya got a criminal past do ya Gideon? Don’t worry, when yer with me, yer among friends in that aspect, ya ain’t the only criminal in this room.” She says, slapping his shoulder softly, being friendly.
He smiles. "With a name like the Black Blood, I had assumed as much. Thank you for complimenting my shop, by the way. Most people expect big brands and widely appealing treats, not my gourmet sweetmeats."
".... It's hard to explain. I'm like a human but not entirely. I was a human at one point but then I wasn't." He tries to explain.
She refuses to let go of him, nodding "... I am stupid.."
"Mn, most of my magic just lies in healing.'
He nods "I get ya, somethin' happen and now ya ain't the same. Do ya have any more o' those healin' potions from befer?"
"No you aren't. Don't say that again." He says, rubbing her back softly "You are the smartest person I'll ever done met, emotions just ain't yer strongest." He says, looking to her just as softly and lovingly.
"Oh, so if I come back to you after a fight, you can heal me, and then I can fight again."
*If you want to continue Wendi.*
"Hm? Oh, yeah." He nods, raising his head from where it had been placed in his palm.
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "I don't want to hurt his feelings... He's my best friend."
"Sure?" He raises a brow.
"Okay, I was just wondering, in case you want to waste time again." He downs another bourbon glass.
"Then it won't hurt, he already knows you are about him, you just don't love him the same way he does you. It will take him time, but he will accept that." He says, putting his hand to their cheek "I don't blame him,"
He is already excited "I can fight all the time then."
"You liked being devoured?" He turns to face him, sounding confused now.
She kisses his palm "I'm sorry I'm stupid with emotional stuff.."
KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
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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 steps of the old candy shop creak gently under his pure white paws as he steps down. His steps are waltz-like, contrasting his massive body. The gnoll is well-dressed, with a long white coat to match his light grey fur. The only colors on his clothes are Abyssal sigils of pastel pink and yellow. He twirls the sturdy silver scepter in his prison-marked right hand as several goblins in striped aprons follow behind him, moving in a lurching march despite the grins on their faces as they play old-timey music on various instruments. His baritone voice rings out, not for an audience, but simply for the joy of singing.
"And as they're rolling by, Steam blowing on gloomy skies, Just follow my lead and I, Will get you aboard alive..."
*Anyone else want to interact with my boi? I'm playing him in a campaign, by the way, so he's sticking around for a bit.*
He shakes her hand. "Gideon Shuemen, pleasure to meet ya." The back of his pink-dyed paw has a brand on it, marking him as a criminal when he got it and until the appendage is removed, which itself would be an act of punishment or penance. A permanent mark of stigma, even among criminals. This one is rendered only unto those who have killed many high-class individuals, and was rarely used as the convicted were usually executed before the brand could be placed.
She raises an eyebrow upon seeing the brand “Now ain’t that somethin’, ya got a criminal past do ya Gideon? Don’t worry, when yer with me, yer among friends in that aspect, ya ain’t the only criminal in this room.” She says, slapping his shoulder softly, being friendly.
He smiles. "With a name like the Black Blood, I had assumed as much. Thank you for complimenting my shop, by the way. Most people expect big brands and widely appealing treats, not my gourmet sweetmeats."
"I prefer things simple. Now about that heart you were offering, its not often I enjoy sweets, they rotten my teeth, but I can make the occasional exception for something that good." She rummages through her side pouch for money.
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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.'
KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
He shakes his head no, "The pillar was already here, I just pulled it out of the ground, so I could go for a climb. You know how it is, anybody could do that."
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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 steps of the old candy shop creak gently under his pure white paws as he steps down. His steps are waltz-like, contrasting his massive body. The gnoll is well-dressed, with a long white coat to match his light grey fur. The only colors on his clothes are Abyssal sigils of pastel pink and yellow. He twirls the sturdy silver scepter in his prison-marked right hand as several goblins in striped aprons follow behind him, moving in a lurching march despite the grins on their faces as they play old-timey music on various instruments. His baritone voice rings out, not for an audience, but simply for the joy of singing.
"And as they're rolling by, Steam blowing on gloomy skies, Just follow my lead and I, Will get you aboard alive..."
*Anyone else want to interact with my boi? I'm playing him in a campaign, by the way, so he's sticking around for a bit.*
*Sure, sounds wonderful!*
Omori, noticing all the almost-sickeningly-sweet smells coming from inside the shop, approaches the building and looks around for their source.
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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)
After spending nearly a day within the town morgue, the insectile creature has compiled a basic understanding of the biology of a couple dozen common species that inhabit the town and the nearby planes. With the data catalogued, the creature leaves the morgue and goes to explore the town to silently observe the people walking around,looking for any beings under various levels of stress and suffering so it can study how they behave under pain and duress.
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KK, after clambering up enough to do so, grabs onto the greatsword's chain, using it to help her the rest of the way to where Geralt is. By the time she reaches him, she is visibly exhausted.
"Hey Geralt... thanks for... helping me up."
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)
"Hm? Oh, yeah." He nods, raising his head from where it had been placed in his palm.
She sighs, rubbing her eyes "I don't want to hurt his feelings... He's my best friend."
"Sure?" He raises a brow.
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
*It's chillin.*
He picks them up, "Wonderful." He walks outside, slowly sinking into his own shadow, them coming with him.
"Possibly, if only I knew, I will find you the perfect amethyst, my first... my only... wife."
He nods, wiping away a tear of blood, smiling at 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.)
(why?)
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
He sticks his fingers into the pillar, breaking them a handhold by force, sweating heavily himself, though he doesn't appear tired, his eyes glowing as well. "Hello KK, did you want to work out a bit too? Or do you need me for something?"
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.)
"Okay, I was just wondering, in case you want to waste time again." He downs another bourbon glass.
"Then it won't hurt, he already knows you are about him, you just don't love him the same way he does you. It will take him time, but he will accept that." He says, putting his hand to their cheek "I don't blame him,"
He is already excited "I can fight all the time then."
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 smiles. "With a name like the Black Blood, I had assumed as much. Thank you for complimenting my shop, by the way. Most people expect big brands and widely appealing treats, not my gourmet sweetmeats."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You liked being devoured?" He turns to face him, sounding confused now.
She kisses his palm "I'm sorry I'm stupid with emotional stuff.."
"Sure.." he sighs, rubbing his eyes.
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
*Cut for KK and Geralt*
KK grabs onto the handhold that Geralt made for her, trying not to look down. "I just... I just was curious about the... the tower. You made this... right?"
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)
Once they come out of the other side, they are in a beautiful flower meadow, the sun shining down, the breeze just right.
He just smiles, holding her gently "You truly are what I live for, the thing I need."
He shakes his head "N-no...thank you, for everything... too kind for me."
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 else want to interact with my boi? I'm playing him in a campaign, by the way, so he's sticking around for a bit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I prefer things simple. Now about that heart you were offering, its not often I enjoy sweets, they rotten my teeth, but I can make the occasional exception for something that good." She rummages through her side pouch for money.
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 shakes his head, his fur puffing slightly "That ain't what I said... I ain't say that exactly."
"That's what I'm here for, to help you through the stupid stuff." He smiles,
He stops, looking back to them "Huh? Something wrong?"
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 shakes his head no, "The pillar was already here, I just pulled it out of the ground, so I could go for a climb. You know how it is, anybody could do 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.)
*Sure, sounds wonderful!*
Omori, noticing all the almost-sickeningly-sweet smells coming from inside the shop, approaches the building and looks around for their source.
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)
After spending nearly a day within the town morgue, the insectile creature has compiled a basic understanding of the biology of a couple dozen common species that inhabit the town and the nearby planes. With the data catalogued, the creature leaves the morgue and goes to explore the town to silently observe the people walking around,looking for any beings under various levels of stress and suffering so it can study how they behave under pain and duress.