Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
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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.
"I should be fine- at least, for long enough to get back." She stands to her full height, albeit with some difficulty, grabbing a long tree branch with her claws to use as a cane if need be.
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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)
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
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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)
"I should be fine- at least, for long enough to get back." She stands to her full height, albeit with some difficulty, grabbing a long tree branch with her claws to use as a cane if need be.
"Hm..." The dragon shifts a bit through the branches. "At least let me walk with you then, I have been curious of the town for some time myself, so this seems a good reason to finally approach the place."
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
"I'm glad you understand." They hold out their hand, and the spirit leaves Omori's body, returning her to most of her normal form. "I truly am sorry." They stand up.
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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.
Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
"I'm glad you understand." They hold out their hand, and the spirit leaves Omori's body, returning her to most of her normal form. "I truly am sorry." They stand up.
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
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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)
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
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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.
His charismatic smile turns into a mad grin as his eye fills with the same insanity “You know, I might just like you.”
"You see, golems generally don't feel pain. This one was a test run. That's why I'm letting it go for the low low price of ten gold pieces"
He chuckles, looking into the man’s eyes “How generous, you must be tired from all of your work, how about you come inside, I’ll make you a meal, it’s best to work with a full stomach.”
"You're too kind" he makes the golem disappear with his cloth trick again
“I’d say I’m just the wrong amount.” He says, walking inside the Lord’s Rest and beginning to cook.
He follows, sitting at the barstool and swinging his stripy tail. *he is a tigerman*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
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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)
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
"You need a full soul to move on. Talk to KK, if you have the time. I'm going to collect from her soon, so you might want to do it before then."
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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.
William is outside, eating a salad with certain substance described as meat of unknown origin. He appears to be sketching in his journal, it looks like a diagram of a pig. He is labeling the meat cuts in the journal as well.
Zee is cruising on their board, eating what appears to be a protein bar made of beetles and pumpkin. They have their earbuds in, listening to music.
Father Luciano is in his temple, humming to himself as he sweeps. The priest is dressed in warm clothing to keep the cold out from his bone despite the fire that is in the fireplace.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
"You need a full soul to move on. Talk to KK, if you have the time. I'm going to collect from her soon, so you might want to do it before then."
"Oh... right. I'm not entirely sure how the whole soul thing works, given how the Seer... you know. I'll make sure to talk to her, though."
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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)
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Omori, her wounds mostly healed due to the forest dragon's aid, has found her way back to the Inn. She takes a moment to rest. The Eyeless Traitor is no more.
KK is chilling, birdwatching from the roof of her warehouse like old times.
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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)
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Charlie stands over Traitor. "Hmmm... Nice work." They crouch down. "But I'm afraid I'll have to take that Spectre back now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Snippet for Traitor and the dragon*
"I should be fine- at least, for long enough to get back." She stands to her full height, albeit with some difficulty, grabbing a long tree branch with her claws to use as a cane if need be.
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)
Omori looks up at Charlie- despite her lack of face, she has an expression that conveys a sense of solemn understanding. "I know."
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..." The dragon shifts a bit through the branches. "At least let me walk with you then, I have been curious of the town for some time myself, so this seems a good reason to finally approach the place."
"I'm glad you understand." They hold out their hand, and the spirit leaves Omori's body, returning her to most of her normal form. "I truly am sorry." They stand up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I want to create like... A grizzly character. Not like a werebear grizzly but like a dark, Gothic sort of character.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The little shadow smiles, but it's a somber smile. "It's alright- I did what I needed to, and I agreed to the terms." The only thing that remains of the Eyeless Traitor is her sunhat, with its distinctive black ribbon bow.
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)
(good afternoon)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
They chuckle. "Maybe you'll be a bit more critical in your next life. Though there might not be enough of you to be dead by the time the Shinigami find you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello frinds!*
He follows, sitting at the barstool and swinging his stripy tail. *he is a tigerman*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Omori seems a little confused- well, maybe more than a little. "What do you mean? I understood the being more critical part, but... what do you mean 'not enough of me to be dead'?"
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 need a full soul to move on. Talk to KK, if you have the time. I'm going to collect from her soon, so you might want to do it before then."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
William is outside, eating a salad with certain substance described as meat of unknown origin. He appears to be sketching in his journal, it looks like a diagram of a pig. He is labeling the meat cuts in the journal as well.
Zee is cruising on their board, eating what appears to be a protein bar made of beetles and pumpkin. They have their earbuds in, listening to music.
Father Luciano is in his temple, humming to himself as he sweeps. The priest is dressed in warm clothing to keep the cold out from his bone despite the fire that is in the fireplace.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh... right. I'm not entirely sure how the whole soul thing works, given how the Seer... you know. I'll make sure to talk to her, though."
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)
"Hope everything goes well." They walk off, polishing the Spectre in their hands with a handkerchief.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Hey.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
going to a movie
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Omori, her wounds mostly healed due to the forest dragon's aid, has found her way back to the Inn. She takes a moment to rest. The Eyeless Traitor is no more.
KK is chilling, birdwatching from the roof of her warehouse like old times.
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)