*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
He looks to them, smiling and tilting his own hat up “Another person to recognize me an’ not put a bullet in my chest soon as we meet. It’s the one an only.” He mockingly bows “Who’re you pardner?”
He takes off his hat, revealing his is the one and only Arthur Hugh, the greatest artificer in any side of town and former member of Sparrow's gang 'Here I thought I made an impression!"
He chuckles, seeing his good old friend “An here I expected to not see ya again for a real long time.” He softly pets Shadow, who wanders over to rub against Arthur.
"Hah! Here I thought you damn near forgot about me!" He pets Shadow, cooing over her "Aww look at ya girlie! Ya got so big!"
He cackles, slapping his back “Ha! Who could forget you heavy handed Arthur! It’s good to see that Valentines haven’t gotten you pardner.” He says, smacking his metal arms. Shadow whinnies, enjoying Arthur’s general presence.
"Indeed." He nods "She worked on the Summer Court under Tatiana and I worked under the Gloaming Court."
"Fascinating! I don't think I've ever been to the Feywild- what's it like?"
"Hmm... Horribly confusing if you don't go along with the confusion." He laughs "I grew up there and I see no need to go back personally."
"Going along with confusion is something I'm also familiar with- though, that confusion was mostly about what my boss was planning."
"Heh, sounds like she would've loved Feywild then." He nods "May I ask, if you don't mind, we're you made by her?"
"I was... 'made' by her. Elder Evils can't create life, only change it. So, I'm the product of her changing someone else. Thankfully, that someone else is doing okay now, but there was certainly a long time where they weren't."
"Don't take what I say to heart or gain hope from it but I could try and help you have your own life rather than continue to be 'made' by her if you would like?" He shrugs "I know that sounds really crazy but I dabble with shape change a lot so perhaps I could try something if you really dislike her."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
He looks to them, smiling and tilting his own hat up “Another person to recognize me an’ not put a bullet in my chest soon as we meet. It’s the one an only.” He mockingly bows “Who’re you pardner?”
He takes off his hat, revealing his is the one and only Arthur Hugh, the greatest artificer in any side of town and former member of Sparrow's gang 'Here I thought I made an impression!"
He chuckles, seeing his good old friend “An here I expected to not see ya again for a real long time.” He softly pets Shadow, who wanders over to rub against Arthur.
"Hah! Here I thought you damn near forgot about me!" He pets Shadow, cooing over her "Aww look at ya girlie! Ya got so big!"
He cackles, slapping his back “Ha! Who could forget you heavy handed Arthur! It’s good to see that Valentines haven’t gotten you pardner.” He says, smacking his metal arms. Shadow whinnies, enjoying Arthur’s general presence.
"Bah, you know me friend. I'm a spybreaker, anyone that they did send my way I most likely got rid of em." He chuckles and looks up at him "That's kinda the reason why I am out here, I heard you were in trouble."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
His unending smile seems to weaken slightly. "What is this station called? I might want to tune in when I have the time."
"It's called T-FM. We broadcast most hours of the day." She seems to notice that he noticed something, and though she doesn't have any sort of face, there still seems to be a brief second where her expression reads 'oh, [1GP]'.
"Would this happen to be the legendary TRAUMA-FM?" He raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. You do a lot of good."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shakes his head. "You can't plow a field with a sword, nor water it with blood. The violence required would have to be on such an industrial scale that... well, after all that, we'd still have the blight to deal with, and no one would want to get near us."
"I'll take your word for it." Felix writes a reciept. The entire meal was covered by the gold she gave him.
"And you have the nerve to say you have nothing to lose." He tsks and shakes his head. "What a shame. I was going to offer you the power to save them yet again, but looks like they're... well, nothing to you."
He tilts his hat, “Actually, bout the blood thing. You can. Just as good as anything else actually, but I get yer meanin’, but it’s better to farm when at peace than fight we were all starvin’ huh?”
She pushes back the receipt “That gold was for you sweetheart, a gift from me, I can just pay with another.” She smiles, putting down another.
“They mean everything to me, but even with your power, I couldn’t do anything for them. The day the Valentine sisters die, I die, and I don’t get to come back. My life, is truly meaningless.” He says, looking into their eyes.
"There's nothing to farm, friend. Phytophthora Infestans. We need outside help, and nonviolent help at that. While we do need demon hunters, we also need sturdier crops."
"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need any extra gold. I have plenty of wealth to go around these days."
Podmorski grins, lowering his sunglasses to reveal the ornate, many-pupiled, golden eyes. "If your life is truly meaningless, who cares if you survive the process? Don't you want to save your friends? Get back at the Valentine Sisters? All I need is a little three-letter word. That's all it takes."
He sighs, nodding “I hear ya pardner, a when I get the chance I’ll be one of those farmers findin’ crops that’ll last.” He holds out his hand “Grimes, nice to meet ya.”
“I bet you do, and you’re the type to use that gold on the less fortunate, so take it, keep it, an give it to someone who really needs it if you would.”
He looks into those multi pupiled eyes “I don’t make deals I’ll regret. I didn’t mention the Valentines once.” He says, infernal runes beginning to thrum, etched into his broken flesh and bones.
Felix waddles over with a notepad. "May I take your order, sir?"
William looks up and looks down at him "Oh, I didn't realize you now worked in here, huh." He shrugs "Anything that's good I suppose... Everything tastes like ash."
"I'm sorry sir, I'm no longer allowed to make orders for people. I can only write down requested menu items."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Indeed." He nods "She worked on the Summer Court under Tatiana and I worked under the Gloaming Court."
"Fascinating! I don't think I've ever been to the Feywild- what's it like?"
"Hmm... Horribly confusing if you don't go along with the confusion." He laughs "I grew up there and I see no need to go back personally."
"Going along with confusion is something I'm also familiar with- though, that confusion was mostly about what my boss was planning."
"Heh, sounds like she would've loved Feywild then." He nods "May I ask, if you don't mind, we're you made by her?"
"I was... 'made' by her. Elder Evils can't create life, only change it. So, I'm the product of her changing someone else. Thankfully, that someone else is doing okay now, but there was certainly a long time where they weren't."
"Don't take what I say to heart or gain hope from it but I could try and help you have your own life rather than continue to be 'made' by her if you would like?" He shrugs "I know that sounds really crazy but I dabble with shape change a lot so perhaps I could try something if you really dislike her."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think I can accept it at the moment. I wasn't always like this- I made a deal with someone for power to get revenge against her. Until that's done, I don't think I can accept any further modification."
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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)
Felix waddles over with a notepad. "May I take your order, sir?"
William looks up and looks down at him "Oh, I didn't realize you now worked in here, huh." He shrugs "Anything that's good I suppose... Everything tastes like ash."
"I'm sorry sir, I'm no longer allowed to make orders for people. I can only write down requested menu items."
"Care to make it happen this once? I won't tell if you don't." He chuckles humorlessly.
He takes off his hat, smiling at his old friend as he puts it under his arm “A you thought I couldn’t handle it on my own? Good to see you haven’t changed.” He chuckles slightly “It really is good to see ya again, the Valentines really are after my head, a they’ll do anythin’ to get it, you know that.” He sighs, leaning against Shadow carefully “I remember the good ol days, don’t ya Arthur?”
"Indeed." He nods "She worked on the Summer Court under Tatiana and I worked under the Gloaming Court."
"Fascinating! I don't think I've ever been to the Feywild- what's it like?"
"Hmm... Horribly confusing if you don't go along with the confusion." He laughs "I grew up there and I see no need to go back personally."
"Going along with confusion is something I'm also familiar with- though, that confusion was mostly about what my boss was planning."
"Heh, sounds like she would've loved Feywild then." He nods "May I ask, if you don't mind, we're you made by her?"
"I was... 'made' by her. Elder Evils can't create life, only change it. So, I'm the product of her changing someone else. Thankfully, that someone else is doing okay now, but there was certainly a long time where they weren't."
"Don't take what I say to heart or gain hope from it but I could try and help you have your own life rather than continue to be 'made' by her if you would like?" He shrugs "I know that sounds really crazy but I dabble with shape change a lot so perhaps I could try something if you really dislike her."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think I can accept it at the moment. I wasn't always like this- I made a deal with someone for power to get revenge against her. Until that's done, I don't think I can accept any further modification."
"Ah, okay then hon. If you ever do, let me know okay? I know what its like to be held down by what you look like, I don't want that to happen to someone else." He smiles, a fatherly aura given off.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
His unending smile seems to weaken slightly. "What is this station called? I might want to tune in when I have the time."
"It's called T-FM. We broadcast most hours of the day." She seems to notice that he noticed something, and though she doesn't have any sort of face, there still seems to be a brief second where her expression reads 'oh, [1GP]'.
"Would this happen to be the legendary TRAUMA-FM?" He raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. You do a lot of good."
"It indeed would be. We do our best." She nervously chuckles a bit.
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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 takes off his hat, smiling at his old friend as he puts it under his arm “A you thought I couldn’t handle it on my own? Good to see you haven’t changed.” He chuckles slightly “It really is good to see ya again, the Valentines really are after my head, a they’ll do anythin’ to get it, you know that.” He sighs, leaning against Shadow carefully “I remember the good ol days, don’t ya Arthur?”
"I know damn well you can Sparrow but I know people are better in packs than on their own." He chuckles "And I do, boy howdy I do. Still got Rosemary with ya?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"There's nothing to farm, friend. Phytophthora Infestans. We need outside help, and nonviolent help at that. While we do need demon hunters, we also need sturdier crops."
"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need any extra gold. I have plenty of wealth to go around these days."
Podmorski grins, lowering his sunglasses to reveal the ornate, many-pupiled, golden eyes. "If your life is truly meaningless, who cares if you survive the process? Don't you want to save your friends? Get back at the Valentine Sisters? All I need is a little three-letter word. That's all it takes."
He sighs, nodding “I hear ya pardner, a when I get the chance I’ll be one of those farmers findin’ crops that’ll last.” He holds out his hand “Grimes, nice to meet ya.”
“I bet you do, and you’re the type to use that gold on the less fortunate, so take it, keep it, an give it to someone who really needs it if you would.”
He looks into those multi pupiled eyes “I don’t make deals I’ll regret. I didn’t mention the Valentines once.” He says, infernal runes beginning to thrum, etched into his broken flesh and bones.
He shakes it. "Hyacinthe. A French name, I know. The bosses wanted me to sound more classy."
He takes it. "Consider it done, ma'am."
He chuckles. "Is your memory really that bad? You can't even remember what you said mere seconds ago. Would losing your life really be so bad? You wouldn't be able to hurt again. Yourself or others." He draws a nail file.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes off his hat, smiling at his old friend as he puts it under his arm “A you thought I couldn’t handle it on my own? Good to see you haven’t changed.” He chuckles slightly “It really is good to see ya again, the Valentines really are after my head, a they’ll do anythin’ to get it, you know that.” He sighs, leaning against Shadow carefully “I remember the good ol days, don’t ya Arthur?”
"I know damn well you can Sparrow but I know people are better in packs than on their own." He chuckles "And I do, boy howdy I do. Still got Rosemary with ya?"
He unholsters Rosemary, spinning it dramatically before putting it in his hands “Never left my side. I ain’t denyin’ the help, I’m always lookin’ for someone to help out, ’specially with this.”
He takes off his hat, smiling at his old friend as he puts it under his arm “A you thought I couldn’t handle it on my own? Good to see you haven’t changed.” He chuckles slightly “It really is good to see ya again, the Valentines really are after my head, a they’ll do anythin’ to get it, you know that.” He sighs, leaning against Shadow carefully “I remember the good ol days, don’t ya Arthur?”
"I know damn well you can Sparrow but I know people are better in packs than on their own." He chuckles "And I do, boy howdy I do. Still got Rosemary with ya?"
He unholsters Rosemary, spinning it dramatically before putting it in his hands “Never left my side. I ain’t denyin’ the help, I’m always lookin’ for someone to help out, ’specially with this.”
"You got my support along with my machines. Y'know damn well they just been gathering dust the last couple of years." He chuckles and checks it over.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I'm sorry sir, I'm no longer allowed to make orders for people. I can only write down requested menu items."
"Care to make it happen this once? I won't tell if you don't." He chuckles humorlessly.
He shakes his head. "No exceptions, sir."
"Don't call me sir." He said, his tone turning different "Never enjoyed being called that... I'll take the pasta carbonara." He closes the menu and hand it to Felix.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Don't call me sir." He said, his tone turning different "Never enjoyed being called that... I'll take the pasta carbonara." He closes the menu and hand it to Felix.
"Consider it done, William." He walks off, taking some more orders.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"There's nothing to farm, friend. Phytophthora Infestans. We need outside help, and nonviolent help at that. While we do need demon hunters, we also need sturdier crops."
"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need any extra gold. I have plenty of wealth to go around these days."
Podmorski grins, lowering his sunglasses to reveal the ornate, many-pupiled, golden eyes. "If your life is truly meaningless, who cares if you survive the process? Don't you want to save your friends? Get back at the Valentine Sisters? All I need is a little three-letter word. That's all it takes."
He sighs, nodding “I hear ya pardner, a when I get the chance I’ll be one of those farmers findin’ crops that’ll last.” He holds out his hand “Grimes, nice to meet ya.”
“I bet you do, and you’re the type to use that gold on the less fortunate, so take it, keep it, an give it to someone who really needs it if you would.”
He looks into those multi pupiled eyes “I don’t make deals I’ll regret. I didn’t mention the Valentines once.” He says, infernal runes beginning to thrum, etched into his broken flesh and bones.
He shakes it. "Hyacinthe. A French name, I know. The bosses wanted me to sound more classy."
He takes it. "Consider it done, ma'am."
He chuckles. "Is your memory really that bad? You can't even remember what you said mere seconds ago. Would losing your life really be so bad? You wouldn't be able to hurt again. Yourself or others." He draws a nail file.
He spits down again, “The French? Really? Why would your bosses think takin’ any name other than your own help?”
She smiles, finishing her food before leaving the tavern with that smile.
He looks at them “Deals with demons lead to more deals with demons, more pain, not enough ending it. I don’t want to have this pain of a life anymore, but that isn’t the solution I would mistake picking.”
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He cackles, slapping his back “Ha! Who could forget you heavy handed Arthur! It’s good to see that Valentines haven’t gotten you pardner.” He says, smacking his metal arms. Shadow whinnies, enjoying Arthur’s general presence.
"Don't take what I say to heart or gain hope from it but I could try and help you have your own life rather than continue to be 'made' by her if you would like?" He shrugs "I know that sounds really crazy but I dabble with shape change a lot so perhaps I could try something if you really dislike her."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Bah, you know me friend. I'm a spybreaker, anyone that they did send my way I most likely got rid of em." He chuckles and looks up at him "That's kinda the reason why I am out here, I heard you were in trouble."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Would this happen to be the legendary TRAUMA-FM?" He raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. You do a lot of good."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs, nodding “I hear ya pardner, a when I get the chance I’ll be one of those farmers findin’ crops that’ll last.” He holds out his hand “Grimes, nice to meet ya.”
“I bet you do, and you’re the type to use that gold on the less fortunate, so take it, keep it, an give it to someone who really needs it if you would.”
He looks into those multi pupiled eyes “I don’t make deals I’ll regret. I didn’t mention the Valentines once.” He says, infernal runes beginning to thrum, etched into his broken flesh and bones.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm no longer allowed to make orders for people. I can only write down requested menu items."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think I can accept it at the moment. I wasn't always like this- I made a deal with someone for power to get revenge against her. Until that's done, I don't think I can accept any further modification."
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)
"Care to make it happen this once? I won't tell if you don't." He chuckles humorlessly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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He takes off his hat, smiling at his old friend as he puts it under his arm “A you thought I couldn’t handle it on my own? Good to see you haven’t changed.” He chuckles slightly “It really is good to see ya again, the Valentines really are after my head, a they’ll do anythin’ to get it, you know that.” He sighs, leaning against Shadow carefully “I remember the good ol days, don’t ya Arthur?”
"Ah, okay then hon. If you ever do, let me know okay? I know what its like to be held down by what you look like, I don't want that to happen to someone else." He smiles, a fatherly aura given off.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It indeed would be. We do our best." She nervously chuckles a bit.
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 know damn well you can Sparrow but I know people are better in packs than on their own." He chuckles "And I do, boy howdy I do. Still got Rosemary with ya?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He shakes it. "Hyacinthe. A French name, I know. The bosses wanted me to sound more classy."
He takes it. "Consider it done, ma'am."
He chuckles. "Is your memory really that bad? You can't even remember what you said mere seconds ago. Would losing your life really be so bad? You wouldn't be able to hurt again. Yourself or others." He draws a nail file.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He unholsters Rosemary, spinning it dramatically before putting it in his hands “Never left my side. I ain’t denyin’ the help, I’m always lookin’ for someone to help out, ’specially with this.”
He shakes his head. "No exceptions, sir."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You got my support along with my machines. Y'know damn well they just been gathering dust the last couple of years." He chuckles and checks it over.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What are you so afraid of, KK?" He tilts his head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Don't call me sir." He said, his tone turning different "Never enjoyed being called that... I'll take the pasta carbonara." He closes the menu and hand it to Felix.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Consider it done, William." He walks off, taking some more orders.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He spits down again, “The French? Really? Why would your bosses think takin’ any name other than your own help?”
She smiles, finishing her food before leaving the tavern with that smile.
He looks at them “Deals with demons lead to more deals with demons, more pain, not enough ending it. I don’t want to have this pain of a life anymore, but that isn’t the solution I would mistake picking.”