The man moves toward Kinko from behind, a bitter breeze blowing along with his stride. His footsteps are heavy, as though his shoes were made of lead. "It is not necessary to bow to them. They are still in training. If you really want to show respect, let them work."
"I bow to them because they are working dear! They deserve the respect." She giggles.
"A nice sentiment. Buta waste of your time and theirs. There are soup shrines being built where you will be able to pray and bring offerings."
"Awfully rude honey." She chuckles, looking up at him.
These are associated with an extinguished cult venerating Spectres and serving them. They are supposed to rescue souls from Bad Places (Hells, basically), face off against malediction, and guide the weak, whether young or old, to the afterlife.
She leaves the statue where it is, being especially careful not to disturb the area around it, before looking to see if anyone put it there, as it seems to have been placed here somewhat recently.
She sees him, silhouetted by the flickering and dying streetlights. The leader of said cult, Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau. The Exorcist who was allegedly chained and weighted and drowned in his own ship for his betrayal of Normality and Human Nature. He's placing down another statue on the ground nearby.
*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
(i'm down to rp)
Scott is curled up in a blanket, muttering to himself
The cat jumps up next to him
He raises a brow "Hey cat.c
it meows at him
He pets it a bit
It curls up next to him
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"A nice sentiment. But a waste of your time and theirs. There are soup shrines being built where you will be able to pray and bring offerings."
"Awfully rude honey." She chuckles, looking up at him.
"Being polite while off-duty doesn't put food on the table." She sees his dark, sunken eyes and glowing pupils. Clearly a Spectre of some kind. He offers her a statue. "Now, do you want to help them or not?"
These are associated with an extinguished cult venerating Spectres and serving them. They are supposed to rescue souls from Bad Places (Hells, basically), face off against malediction, and guide the weak, whether young or old, to the afterlife.
She leaves the statue where it is, being especially careful not to disturb the area around it, before looking to see if anyone put it there, as it seems to have been placed here somewhat recently.
She sees him, silhouetted by the flickering and dying streetlights. The leader of said cult, Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau. The Exorcist who was allegedly chained and weighted and drowned in his own ship for his betrayal of Normality and Human Nature. He's placing down another statue on the ground nearby.
She walks over to him, noticing him placing the statues. "Would you like help with placing all of those?"
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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)
On a long-forgotten rusting swing in the forest sits an extravagantly dressed little girl. Two pointed bat wings jut out from under her shawl, flapping and pushing her forward.
Gon is walking through the forest, his hands bloody from his own blood as well as something he killed. Th kit is wearing a basic green pair of shorts, green boots and a white T shirt. Surprising strong despite his not very muscular seeming form.
She eyes his bloody hands and licks her lips
He waves to them with a smile, not knowing they are a vampire “Hi. I’m Gon Freecss.”
"What sort of a name is that?" she says in a snooty voice
“The kind of name I was born with.” He smiles, not understanding that she’s trying to be rude “What’s your name?”
"My name is Juliet."
“That’s a cool name, almost as good as mine.” He says, sitting on a tree branch in a split second.
"that's a funny joke"
He beams “Thanks, I thought so. Want to be friends?”
"Friends? With a whelp like you? You're quite the comedian"
“I’ve been friends with stranger people than you, I’m friends with ant people, being friends with a bat person would be fun too.”
"It's not getting through to you, is it?" she gets off her swing. "I don't want to be friends with a human commoner"
“I’m not a commoner? I’m a Hunter, I can go anywhere I want in the world, I have super strength!” He flexes with a smile
"Prove it" she seems remarkably unimpressed
*hello*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She sees him, silhouetted by the flickering and dying streetlights. The leader of said cult, Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau. The Exorcist who was allegedly chained and weighted and drowned in his own ship for his betrayal of Normality and Human Nature. He's placing down another statue on the ground nearby.
She walks over to him, noticing him placing the statues. "Would you like help with placing all of those?"
He turns to look at her. The outline is handsome, but his glowing eyes look dull and grumpy. "I would very much appreciate that." His vocalization comes with icy mist and a monotone creak, like a branch with too much snow on it taking on more and more. He offers her a grocery sack filled with such idols. "Have you done this before?"
She sees him, silhouetted by the flickering and dying streetlights. The leader of said cult, Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau. The Exorcist who was allegedly chained and weighted and drowned in his own ship for his betrayal of Normality and Human Nature. He's placing down another statue on the ground nearby.
She walks over to him, noticing him placing the statues. "Would you like help with placing all of those?"
He turns to look at her. The outline is handsome, but his glowing eyes look dull and grumpy. "I would very much appreciate that." His vocalization comes with icy mist and a monotone creak, like a branch with too much snow on it taking on more and more. He offers her a grocery sack filled with such idols. "Have you done this before?"
She accepts the bag of idols. "I haven't, but I figured two sets of hands might be better than one."
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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)
He turns to look at her. The outline is handsome, but his glowing eyes look dull and grumpy. "I would very much appreciate that." His vocalization comes with icy mist and a monotone creak, like a branch with too much snow on it taking on more and more. He offers her a grocery sack filled with such idols. "Have you done this before?"
She accepts the bag of idols. "I haven't, but I figured two sets of hands might be better than one."
"You figured correctly. Place them where they won't inadvertently be kicked or smashed, but can still be seen. It's important to have good coverage. Try to get at least three on every block."
He turns to look at her. The outline is handsome, but his glowing eyes look dull and grumpy. "I would very much appreciate that." His vocalization comes with icy mist and a monotone creak, like a branch with too much snow on it taking on more and more. He offers her a grocery sack filled with such idols. "Have you done this before?"
She accepts the bag of idols. "I haven't, but I figured two sets of hands might be better than one."
"You figured correctly. Place them where they won't inadvertently be kicked or smashed, but can still be seen. It's important to have good coverage. Try to get at least three on every block."
"Understood." She delicately sets one of the idols in a spot that meets the qualifications, and starts looking for other locations to place the idols, doing so whenever she finds a good place to.
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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)
"You figured correctly. Place them where they won't inadvertently be kicked or smashed, but can still be seen. It's important to have good coverage. Try to get at least three on every block."
"Understood." She delicately sets one of the idols in a spot that meets the qualifications, and starts looking for other locations to place the idols, doing so whenever she finds a good place to.
She can feel gratitude from the Spectres. As soon as the idols are installed, she can feel them working, activating a sort of occult hallowing.
"You figured correctly. Place them where they won't inadvertently be kicked or smashed, but can still be seen. It's important to have good coverage. Try to get at least three on every block."
"Understood." She delicately sets one of the idols in a spot that meets the qualifications, and starts looking for other locations to place the idols, doing so whenever she finds a good place to.
She can feel gratitude from the Spectres. As soon as the idols are installed, she can feel them working, activating a sort of occult hallowing.
Visibly happier, she continues to place the idols until there are no more in the bag. Then, she tries to find Barbeau again.
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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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Awfully rude honey." She chuckles, looking up at him.
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 pets it a bit
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
She sees him, silhouetted by the flickering and dying streetlights. The leader of said cult, Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau. The Exorcist who was allegedly chained and weighted and drowned in his own ship for his betrayal of Normality and Human Nature. He's placing down another statue on the ground nearby.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It curls up next to him
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Being polite while off-duty doesn't put food on the table." She sees his dark, sunken eyes and glowing pupils. Clearly a Spectre of some kind. He offers her a statue. "Now, do you want to help them or not?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She walks over to him, noticing him placing the statues. "Would you like help with placing all of those?"
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)
*hello*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He turns to look at her. The outline is handsome, but his glowing eyes look dull and grumpy. "I would very much appreciate that." His vocalization comes with icy mist and a monotone creak, like a branch with too much snow on it taking on more and more. He offers her a grocery sack filled with such idols. "Have you done this before?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg in about 17 minutes*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She accepts the bag of idols. "I haven't, but I figured two sets of hands might be better than one."
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)
*Alrighty. You up for continuing the segment with KK and the Hunters tomorrow?*
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)
"You figured correctly. Place them where they won't inadvertently be kicked or smashed, but can still be seen. It's important to have good coverage. Try to get at least three on every block."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I would love to.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Understood." She delicately sets one of the idols in a spot that meets the qualifications, and starts looking for other locations to place the idols, doing so whenever she finds a good place to.
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)
She can feel gratitude from the Spectres. As soon as the idols are installed, she can feel them working, activating a sort of occult hallowing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Goodnight, friends!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Visibly happier, she continues to place the idols until there are no more in the bag. Then, she tries to find Barbeau again.
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)
*Goodnight, friend!*
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 am back)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*hello world*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.