KK is writing song lyrics in her studio, occasionally pausing to tweak the design she has for her vessel.
There is a knock at the door. TRAUMA FM immediately advises her: "Don't open it."
She uses her Broadcasting Network to see if she can discern what's on the other side of the door, not responding aloud. She does, however, silently respond to T-FM through a signal.
"Do you know who's at the door?"
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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)
*If anyone wants to rp, here are my personal favorites. If you want someone else, just ask.*
Damian is working in the tavern, serving drinks and making food like he always is. Life is finally simply, yeah occasionally collapse and nearly die, his body struck with fear as he is forced to think that he may not get up this time, leaving his daughter without a father, his wife without a husband, but he does get back up. He has a smile on his face, taking the life he never knew he'd have.
Sparrow is just at the tavern, having a smoke alone. He thinks about where he is now compared to not that long ago, the things that have changed that brought him to this. He exhales smoke rhythmically, tapping his foot to the beat as he rocks back and forth in his chair.
Rowan is struggling to keep from putting on the mask, knowing that he's better than the crutch he needs to play. In the library practicing his skills, making mistakes consistently, although he does his best to correct them and improve on his own.
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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.'
There is a knock at the door. TRAUMA FM immediately advises her: "Don't open it."
She uses her Broadcasting Network to see if she can discern what's on the other side of the door, not responding aloud. She does, however, silently respond to T-FM through a signal.
"Do you know who's at the door?"
The Cursebutcher stands just outside. He doesn't look very threatening, but the image is oddly blurry.
"Yes. I can tell you who, but not what. It's a Spectre, I think, but not any kind that I've seen."
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
There is a knock at the door. TRAUMA FM immediately advises her: "Don't open it."
She uses her Broadcasting Network to see if she can discern what's on the other side of the door, not responding aloud. She does, however, silently respond to T-FM through a signal.
"Do you know who's at the door?"
The Cursebutcher stands just outside. He doesn't look very threatening, but the image is oddly blurry.
"Yes. I can tell you who, but not what. It's a Spectre, I think, but not any kind that I've seen."
"Why shouldn't I open the door? Are they dangerous?"
She looks back down and continues to brainstorm lyrics for her song.
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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)
KK is writing song lyrics in her studio, occasionally pausing to tweak the design she has for her vessel.
Isaac waves her over
Traitor waves back, walking over to him. "Hello again."
*You up for continuing this, Moon?*
(sure)
"how have you been?"
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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
KK is writing song lyrics in her studio, occasionally pausing to tweak the design she has for her vessel.
Isaac waves her over
Traitor waves back, walking over to him. "Hello again."
*You up for continuing this, Moon?*
(sure)
"how have you been?"
"I've been doing alright. Still preparing for battle. How are you?"
"I thought you would have fought her by now"
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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
*If anyone wants to rp, here are my personal favorites. If you want someone else, just ask.*
Damian is working in the tavern, serving drinks and making food like he always is. Life is finally simply, yeah occasionally collapse and nearly die, his body struck with fear as he is forced to think that he may not get up this time, leaving his daughter without a father, his wife without a husband, but he does get back up. He has a smile on his face, taking the life he never knew he'd have.
Sparrow is just at the tavern, having a smoke alone. He thinks about where he is now compared to not that long ago, the things that have changed that brought him to this. He exhales smoke rhythmically, tapping his foot to the beat as he rocks back and forth in his chair.
Rowan is struggling to keep from putting on the mask, knowing that he's better than the crutch he needs to play. In the library practicing his skills, making mistakes consistently, although he does his best to correct them and improve on his own.
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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 is writing song lyrics in her studio, occasionally pausing to tweak the design she has for her vessel.
Isaac waves her over
Traitor waves back, walking over to him. "Hello again."
*You up for continuing this, Moon?*
(sure)
"how have you been?"
"I've been doing alright. Still preparing for battle. How are you?"
"I thought you would have fought her by now"
"Well, she's rather strong. I've also been trying to assemble a team of sorts, because I don't stand a chance fighting her alone, but so far I only have one person who joined."
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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)
*If anyone wants to rp, here are my personal favorites. If you want someone else, just ask.*
Damian is working in the tavern, serving drinks and making food like he always is. Life is finally simply, yeah occasionally collapse and nearly die, his body struck with fear as he is forced to think that he may not get up this time, leaving his daughter without a father, his wife without a husband, but he does get back up. He has a smile on his face, taking the life he never knew he'd have.
Sparrow is just at the tavern, having a smoke alone. He thinks about where he is now compared to not that long ago, the things that have changed that brought him to this. He exhales smoke rhythmically, tapping his foot to the beat as he rocks back and forth in his chair.
Rowan is struggling to keep from putting on the mask, knowing that he's better than the crutch he needs to play. In the library practicing his skills, making mistakes consistently, although he does his best to correct them and improve on his own.
Can I play Damien?
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
KK is writing song lyrics in her studio, occasionally pausing to tweak the design she has for her vessel.
Isaac waves her over
Traitor waves back, walking over to him. "Hello again."
*You up for continuing this, Moon?*
(sure)
"how have you been?"
"I've been doing alright. Still preparing for battle. How are you?"
"I thought you would have fought her by now"
"Well, she's rather strong. I've also been trying to assemble a team of sorts, because I don't stand a chance fighting her alone, but so far I only have one person who joined."
he nods "I understand"
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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
*If anyone wants to rp, here are my personal favorites. If you want someone else, just ask.*
Damian is working in the tavern, serving drinks and making food like he always is. Life is finally simply, yeah occasionally collapse and nearly die, his body struck with fear as he is forced to think that he may not get up this time, leaving his daughter without a father, his wife without a husband, but he does get back up. He has a smile on his face, taking the life he never knew he'd have.
Sparrow is just at the tavern, having a smoke alone. He thinks about where he is now compared to not that long ago, the things that have changed that brought him to this. He exhales smoke rhythmically, tapping his foot to the beat as he rocks back and forth in his chair.
Rowan is struggling to keep from putting on the mask, knowing that he's better than the crutch he needs to play. In the library practicing his skills, making mistakes consistently, although he does his best to correct them and improve on his own.
Can I play Damien?
(You don't play other people's characters. These are just hooks so that your own characters can interact with them)
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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
*If anyone wants to rp, here are my personal favorites. If you want someone else, just ask.*
Damian is working in the tavern, serving drinks and making food like he always is. Life is finally simply, yeah occasionally collapse and nearly die, his body struck with fear as he is forced to think that he may not get up this time, leaving his daughter without a father, his wife without a husband, but he does get back up. He has a smile on his face, taking the life he never knew he'd have.
Sparrow is just at the tavern, having a smoke alone. He thinks about where he is now compared to not that long ago, the things that have changed that brought him to this. He exhales smoke rhythmically, tapping his foot to the beat as he rocks back and forth in his chair.
Rowan is struggling to keep from putting on the mask, knowing that he's better than the crutch he needs to play. In the library practicing his skills, making mistakes consistently, although he does his best to correct them and improve on his own.
Can I play Damien?
(You don't play other people's characters. These are just hooks so that your own characters can interact with them)
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
Round 3:
The ultimate match up bugs bunny verse Morty from rick and morty
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She uses her Broadcasting Network to see if she can discern what's on the other side of the door, not responding aloud. She does, however, silently respond to T-FM through a signal.
"Do you know who's at the door?"
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)
*If anyone wants to rp, here are my personal favorites. If you want someone else, just ask.*
Damian is working in the tavern, serving drinks and making food like he always is. Life is finally simply, yeah occasionally collapse and nearly die, his body struck with fear as he is forced to think that he may not get up this time, leaving his daughter without a father, his wife without a husband, but he does get back up. He has a smile on his face, taking the life he never knew he'd have.
Sparrow is just at the tavern, having a smoke alone. He thinks about where he is now compared to not that long ago, the things that have changed that brought him to this. He exhales smoke rhythmically, tapping his foot to the beat as he rocks back and forth in his chair.
Rowan is struggling to keep from putting on the mask, knowing that he's better than the crutch he needs to play. In the library practicing his skills, making mistakes consistently, although he does his best to correct them and improve on his own.
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.)
Bugs can't lose, Morty would lose spectacularly.
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.)
Round 4:
Spongebob versus Bugs Bunny
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The Cursebutcher stands just outside. He doesn't look very threatening, but the image is oddly blurry.
"Yes. I can tell you who, but not what. It's a Spectre, I think, but not any kind that I've seen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(anyone want to rp?)
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
"Why shouldn't I open the door? Are they dangerous?"
She looks back down and continues to brainstorm lyrics for her song.
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 up for continuing this, Moon?*
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)
(sure)
"how have you been?"
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
"I've been doing alright. Still preparing for battle. How are you?"
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)
"Exceedingly. They work as a Hunter, and they can masquerade as a mortal, even during the day. They aren't bound by our rules or logic."
Another knock.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I thought you would have fought her by now"
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
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 looks back over at the door briefly, quietly standing up from her chair.
"So... should we flee? Hide? Can we even do anything?"
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)
"Well, she's rather strong. I've also been trying to assemble a team of sorts, because I don't stand a chance fighting her alone, but so far I only have one person who joined."
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)
Can I play Damien?
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
he nods "I understand"
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
(You don't play other people's characters. These are just hooks so that your own characters can interact with them)
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
Ohhh... got it, thanks.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)