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
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
Shen is taking another nap outside of Samaritan's restaurant, blood covers the bandages on his hands, and by the saticfied look on his face, none of it is his own as he snores softly, his crown of wood glowing green.
Sparrow is having a cigarette outside of the Inn, blowing smoke into rings as he sits in his rocking chair, trying to escape from all the troubles of his life for just a moment.
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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.'
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
Omori is in the woods, continuing her cantrip practice.
Helianth is rooted into the soil near the Inn, watching its surroundings as if looking for someone.
*Good morning dear friend.*
Tim seems to also be in the woods, just walking around where he sees them, and begins watching with awe.
Tim's father sees Helianth, his hands in the pockets of his lab coat as he approaches the Inn.
*Good morning to thee as well, dear friend! How are you?*
Omori doesn't immediately notice him, continuing to repeat the verbal and somatic components as she tries to produce the intended effect. A few sparks of magic fly from her hand each time, but not much else.
The sunflower looks back at him, trying to maintain metaphorical eye contact as he approaches. "Hello again." It croaks.
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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)
Omori is in the woods, continuing her cantrip practice.
Helianth is rooted into the soil near the Inn, watching its surroundings as if looking for someone.
*Good morning dear friend.*
Tim seems to also be in the woods, just walking around where he sees them, and begins watching with awe.
Tim's father sees Helianth, his hands in the pockets of his lab coat as he approaches the Inn.
*Good morning to thee as well, dear friend! How are you?*
Omori doesn't immediately notice him, continuing to repeat the verbal and somatic components as she tries to produce the intended effect. A few sparks of magic fly from her hand each time, but not much else.
The sunflower looks back at him, trying to maintain metaphorical eye contact as he approaches. "Hello again." It croaks.
*I am well, life goes on and all that, and you?*
"W-wow... Incredible." He says softly, though loud enough for them to hear, his eyes shining with awe at someone being able to harness magic, which he has never truly seen before, not without some kind of assist.
He nods to them respectfully, his glasses magically pushing themselves back up to fit "Hello indeed. How goes your endeavors?" He asks, Helianth can tell he doesn't really care.
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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.'
Omori is in the woods, continuing her cantrip practice.
Helianth is rooted into the soil near the Inn, watching its surroundings as if looking for someone.
*Good morning dear friend.*
Tim seems to also be in the woods, just walking around where he sees them, and begins watching with awe.
Tim's father sees Helianth, his hands in the pockets of his lab coat as he approaches the Inn.
*Good morning to thee as well, dear friend! How are you?*
Omori doesn't immediately notice him, continuing to repeat the verbal and somatic components as she tries to produce the intended effect. A few sparks of magic fly from her hand each time, but not much else.
The sunflower looks back at him, trying to maintain metaphorical eye contact as he approaches. "Hello again." It croaks.
*I am well, life goes on and all that, and you?*
"W-wow... Incredible." He says softly, though loud enough for them to hear, his eyes shining with awe at someone being able to harness magic, which he has never truly seen before, not without some kind of assist.
He nods to them respectfully, his glasses magically pushing themselves back up to fit "Hello indeed. How goes your endeavors?" He asks, Helianth can tell he doesn't really care.
*A whisper passing through dust in an empty room- which is to say, I'm doing alright.*
She jumps a little bit, whipping around to face him, before realizing it's Tim. "Thanks... I'm still learning the basics. I'm far from an expert- for now, at least." She laughs a bit.
"Rather well. My friends and I are almost ready to make our maiden voyage to the stars." It responds. "And yours?" That last question has an equal tone of disinterest to it.
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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)
*A whisper passing through dust in an empty room- which is to say, I'm doing alright.*
She jumps a little bit, whipping around to face him, before realizing it's Tim. "Thanks... I'm still learning the basics. I'm far from an expert- for now, at least." She laughs a bit.
"Rather well. My friends and I are almost ready to make our maiden voyage to the stars." It responds. "And yours?" That last question has an equal tone of disinterest to it.
*Better than bad, happy to hear that*
He waves at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck "Sorry... I should have told you I was here... Even then what you're doing is still amazing... I'm even sure my dad can't do that without his tools."
He takes his hands out of his pocket, or really reveals the lack of hands, having been perfectly removed "It seems my soul can no longer support the structure of hands, or similar things, that, and I have yet to find Tim makes an interesting visit to this town."
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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.'
*A whisper passing through dust in an empty room- which is to say, I'm doing alright.*
She jumps a little bit, whipping around to face him, before realizing it's Tim. "Thanks... I'm still learning the basics. I'm far from an expert- for now, at least." She laughs a bit.
"Rather well. My friends and I are almost ready to make our maiden voyage to the stars." It responds. "And yours?" That last question has an equal tone of disinterest to it.
*Better than bad, happy to hear that*
He waves at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck "Sorry... I should have told you I was here... Even then what you're doing is still amazing... I'm even sure my dad can't do that without his tools."
He takes his hands out of his pocket, or really reveals the lack of hands, having been perfectly removed "It seems my soul can no longer support the structure of hands, or similar things, that, and I have yet to find Tim makes an interesting visit to this town."
"Really?.." She looks down at the rolled-up star charts sticking out of her satchel. "I guess I'm doing better than I thought, then." She smiles a bit.
Now it seems interested, briefly looking at the lack of hands. "Yes, that sounds interesting indeed." It is silent for a second, turning away. "He doesn't seem to like you much."
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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)
*A whisper passing through dust in an empty room- which is to say, I'm doing alright.*
She jumps a little bit, whipping around to face him, before realizing it's Tim. "Thanks... I'm still learning the basics. I'm far from an expert- for now, at least." She laughs a bit.
"Rather well. My friends and I are almost ready to make our maiden voyage to the stars." It responds. "And yours?" That last question has an equal tone of disinterest to it.
*Better than bad, happy to hear that*
He waves at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck "Sorry... I should have told you I was here... Even then what you're doing is still amazing... I'm even sure my dad can't do that without his tools."
He takes his hands out of his pocket, or really reveals the lack of hands, having been perfectly removed "It seems my soul can no longer support the structure of hands, or similar things, that, and I have yet to find Tim makes an interesting visit to this town."
"Really?.." She looks down at the rolled-up star charts sticking out of her satchel. "I guess I'm doing better than I thought, then." She smiles a bit.
Now it seems interested, briefly looking at the lack of hands. "Yes, that sounds interesting indeed." It is silent for a second, turning away. "He doesn't seem to like you much."
He shrugs and laughs softly "I guess you are... what spell are you doing?" He asks, walking closer to them, smiling just a little bit, his hands clasped together.
"Ah, such is the ire of children, you give them everything in the world and they only return it with discontent. I will improve him until that flaw is removed." He says, putting his arms back in his pockets.
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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.'
*A whisper passing through dust in an empty room- which is to say, I'm doing alright.*
She jumps a little bit, whipping around to face him, before realizing it's Tim. "Thanks... I'm still learning the basics. I'm far from an expert- for now, at least." She laughs a bit.
"Rather well. My friends and I are almost ready to make our maiden voyage to the stars." It responds. "And yours?" That last question has an equal tone of disinterest to it.
*Better than bad, happy to hear that*
He waves at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck "Sorry... I should have told you I was here... Even then what you're doing is still amazing... I'm even sure my dad can't do that without his tools."
He takes his hands out of his pocket, or really reveals the lack of hands, having been perfectly removed "It seems my soul can no longer support the structure of hands, or similar things, that, and I have yet to find Tim makes an interesting visit to this town."
"Really?.." She looks down at the rolled-up star charts sticking out of her satchel. "I guess I'm doing better than I thought, then." She smiles a bit.
Now it seems interested, briefly looking at the lack of hands. "Yes, that sounds interesting indeed." It is silent for a second, turning away. "He doesn't seem to like you much."
He shrugs and laughs softly "I guess you are... what spell are you doing?" He asks, walking closer to them, smiling just a little bit, his hands clasped together.
"Ah, such is the ire of children, you give them everything in the world and they only return it with discontent. I will improve him until that flaw is removed." He says, putting his arms back in his pockets.
"Starry Wisp, I think it was called." She replies, attempting to cast it again- just a few sparks, and nothing more. "I'm learning to be a druid."
It is silent for a second. "Have you ever considered that he doesn't want to be 'improved'?" It replies, that last word said in a colder tone than the rest.
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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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*The cold is horrible.*
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
*I am anemic, so the cold is even worse on me. Anyway, wanna rp?*
(how are you doing)
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
*Sorry, I disappeared. I is back.*
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
*Welcomes back, wannas rps?*
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.)
(hellos)
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
*Pls*
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
*Who would you like?*
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 who you would like to give.*
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
*Of course. Here you go.*
Shen is taking another nap outside of Samaritan's restaurant, blood covers the bandages on his hands, and by the saticfied look on his face, none of it is his own as he snores softly, his crown of wood glowing green.
Sparrow is having a cigarette outside of the Inn, blowing smoke into rings as he sits in his rocking chair, trying to escape from all the troubles of his life for just a moment.
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.)
(you want to rp wendo)
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
*Gooooooood morning, Lord's Rest Inn!*
Omori is in the woods, continuing her cantrip practice.
Helianth is rooted into the soil near the Inn, watching its surroundings as if looking for someone.
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 morning dear friend.*
Tim seems to also be in the woods, just walking around where he sees them, and begins watching with awe.
Tim's father sees Helianth, his hands in the pockets of his lab coat as he approaches the Inn.
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.)
*Good morning to thee as well, dear friend! How are you?*
Omori doesn't immediately notice him, continuing to repeat the verbal and somatic components as she tries to produce the intended effect. A few sparks of magic fly from her hand each time, but not much else.
The sunflower looks back at him, trying to maintain metaphorical eye contact as he approaches. "Hello again." It croaks.
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 well, life goes on and all that, and you?*
"W-wow... Incredible." He says softly, though loud enough for them to hear, his eyes shining with awe at someone being able to harness magic, which he has never truly seen before, not without some kind of assist.
He nods to them respectfully, his glasses magically pushing themselves back up to fit "Hello indeed. How goes your endeavors?" He asks, Helianth can tell he doesn't really care.
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.)
*A whisper passing through dust in an empty room- which is to say, I'm doing alright.*
She jumps a little bit, whipping around to face him, before realizing it's Tim. "Thanks... I'm still learning the basics. I'm far from an expert- for now, at least." She laughs a bit.
"Rather well. My friends and I are almost ready to make our maiden voyage to the stars." It responds. "And yours?" That last question has an equal tone of disinterest to it.
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)
*Better than bad, happy to hear that*
He waves at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck "Sorry... I should have told you I was here... Even then what you're doing is still amazing... I'm even sure my dad can't do that without his tools."
He takes his hands out of his pocket, or really reveals the lack of hands, having been perfectly removed "It seems my soul can no longer support the structure of hands, or similar things, that, and I have yet to find Tim makes an interesting visit to this town."
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.)
"Really?.." She looks down at the rolled-up star charts sticking out of her satchel. "I guess I'm doing better than I thought, then." She smiles a bit.
Now it seems interested, briefly looking at the lack of hands. "Yes, that sounds interesting indeed." It is silent for a second, turning away. "He doesn't seem to like you much."
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 shrugs and laughs softly "I guess you are... what spell are you doing?" He asks, walking closer to them, smiling just a little bit, his hands clasped together.
"Ah, such is the ire of children, you give them everything in the world and they only return it with discontent. I will improve him until that flaw is removed." He says, putting his arms back in his pockets.
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.)
"Starry Wisp, I think it was called." She replies, attempting to cast it again- just a few sparks, and nothing more. "I'm learning to be a druid."
It is silent for a second. "Have you ever considered that he doesn't want to be 'improved'?" It replies, that last word said in a colder tone than the rest.
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)