*Thanks! I really wanted to go outside my typical character types for them.*
"I am Helianth." says Helianth. "As for how I can speak with no mouth, I... I don't exactly know. Part of the blessing that came with the curse, I suppose."
*Well you certainly did* *Is there any direct the voice is coming from, or just generally from the sunflower?*
"Huh, well quite the blessing. You must have also quite the perspective." The gnome says, inspecting the flowers
*The voice seems to be coming from the gleaming light at its core*
"I would certainly hope so, after a whole millennium." It responds, laughing a bit to itself.
This shocks the young gnome. "Wow! Were you awakened by a wizard or something?"
"Awakened by a Far Realm entity." It chuckles a bit to itself, the light from outside the window seemingly flickering for a second.
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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)
*Thanks! I really wanted to go outside my typical character types for them.*
"I am Helianth." says Helianth. "As for how I can speak with no mouth, I... I don't exactly know. Part of the blessing that came with the curse, I suppose."
*Well you certainly did* *Is there any direct the voice is coming from, or just generally from the sunflower?*
"Huh, well quite the blessing. You must have also quite the perspective." The gnome says, inspecting the flowers
*The voice seems to be coming from the gleaming light at its core*
"I would certainly hope so, after a whole millennium." It responds, laughing a bit to itself.
This shocks the young gnome. "Wow! Were you awakened by a wizard or something?"
"Awakened by a Far Realm entity." It chuckles a bit to itself, the light from outside the window seemingly flickering for a second.
They give it space. "You're not going to eat me, are you? Like you're hiding a beholder in your leaves?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
KK is back at the Faceless Fair, sitting at the edge of a little hole in reality where the Nightmare Realm has eaten past the magic barriers and into the park proper. She holds a little bit of the nightmare-corrupted walkway in her hand, looking at it.
Henry, being curious to a fault, decides to come over, standing nearby, though not trying too hard to make his presence known. He is actually not wearing his hunter's attire, though he is wearing his gloves. In a more casual attire, which is apparently a full black suit.
Through the hole in the Fair's walkway, the roiling, writhing Nightmare Realm can be seen, like a chaotic sea of entropy. The tiny piece of nightmare matter in KK's hand- a quivering, ever-shifting thing that seethes with a barely-contained agony- seems to have captivated her attention. She doesn't notice Henry's approach.
He gets a look of interest, but decides not to do something stupid now that there is someone that loves him, such as walking inside of the realm. He puts his hands on their shoulders, rubbing them softly "Hello KK, my dear." He says, smiling softly.
She looks over at him, also smiling a bit. "Hello Henry." She looks back at the piece of nightmare matter for a second, her smile dropping 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)
KK is back at the Faceless Fair, sitting at the edge of a little hole in reality where the Nightmare Realm has eaten past the magic barriers and into the park proper. She holds a little bit of the nightmare-corrupted walkway in her hand, looking at it.
Henry, being curious to a fault, decides to come over, standing nearby, though not trying too hard to make his presence known. He is actually not wearing his hunter's attire, though he is wearing his gloves. In a more casual attire, which is apparently a full black suit.
Through the hole in the Fair's walkway, the roiling, writhing Nightmare Realm can be seen, like a chaotic sea of entropy. The tiny piece of nightmare matter in KK's hand- a quivering, ever-shifting thing that seethes with a barely-contained agony- seems to have captivated her attention. She doesn't notice Henry's approach.
He gets a look of interest, but decides not to do something stupid now that there is someone that loves him, such as walking inside of the realm. He puts his hands on their shoulders, rubbing them softly "Hello KK, my dear." He says, smiling softly.
She looks over at him, also smiling a bit. "Hello Henry." She looks back at the piece of nightmare matter for a second, her smile dropping a bit.
He raises an eyebrow, looking at it curiously "Hmm, what may that be? If I am allowed to ask?" He says, reaching out a hand to the matter, though he doesn't grab it.
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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 back at the Faceless Fair, sitting at the edge of a little hole in reality where the Nightmare Realm has eaten past the magic barriers and into the park proper. She holds a little bit of the nightmare-corrupted walkway in her hand, looking at it.
Henry, being curious to a fault, decides to come over, standing nearby, though not trying too hard to make his presence known. He is actually not wearing his hunter's attire, though he is wearing his gloves. In a more casual attire, which is apparently a full black suit.
Through the hole in the Fair's walkway, the roiling, writhing Nightmare Realm can be seen, like a chaotic sea of entropy. The tiny piece of nightmare matter in KK's hand- a quivering, ever-shifting thing that seethes with a barely-contained agony- seems to have captivated her attention. She doesn't notice Henry's approach.
He gets a look of interest, but decides not to do something stupid now that there is someone that loves him, such as walking inside of the realm. He puts his hands on their shoulders, rubbing them softly "Hello KK, my dear." He says, smiling softly.
She looks over at him, also smiling a bit. "Hello Henry." She looks back at the piece of nightmare matter for a second, her smile dropping a bit.
He raises an eyebrow, looking at it curiously "Hmm, what may that be? If I am allowed to ask?" He says, reaching out a hand to the matter, though he doesn't grab it.
"I think I heard it called 'unobtanium' or something like that. The literal stuff of nightmares." She explains, offering it to him for him to hold. "If one's skilled enough, they can mold it into pretty much anything."
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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)
*Why, hello there, my fellow observer of lunar phenomena!*
(how are you doing)
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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
*Thanks! I really wanted to go outside my typical character types for them.*
"I am Helianth." says Helianth. "As for how I can speak with no mouth, I... I don't exactly know. Part of the blessing that came with the curse, I suppose."
*Well you certainly did* *Is there any direct the voice is coming from, or just generally from the sunflower?*
"Huh, well quite the blessing. You must have also quite the perspective." The gnome says, inspecting the flowers
*The voice seems to be coming from the gleaming light at its core*
"I would certainly hope so, after a whole millennium." It responds, laughing a bit to itself.
This shocks the young gnome. "Wow! Were you awakened by a wizard or something?"
"Awakened by a Far Realm entity." It chuckles a bit to itself, the light from outside the window seemingly flickering for a second.
They give it space. "You're not going to eat me, are you? Like you're hiding a beholder in your leaves?"
"No, of course not- couldn't even if I wanted to." It responds. "And it's less like a beholder in my leaves and more like... like a black hole."
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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 back at the Faceless Fair, sitting at the edge of a little hole in reality where the Nightmare Realm has eaten past the magic barriers and into the park proper. She holds a little bit of the nightmare-corrupted walkway in her hand, looking at it.
Henry, being curious to a fault, decides to come over, standing nearby, though not trying too hard to make his presence known. He is actually not wearing his hunter's attire, though he is wearing his gloves. In a more casual attire, which is apparently a full black suit.
Through the hole in the Fair's walkway, the roiling, writhing Nightmare Realm can be seen, like a chaotic sea of entropy. The tiny piece of nightmare matter in KK's hand- a quivering, ever-shifting thing that seethes with a barely-contained agony- seems to have captivated her attention. She doesn't notice Henry's approach.
He gets a look of interest, but decides not to do something stupid now that there is someone that loves him, such as walking inside of the realm. He puts his hands on their shoulders, rubbing them softly "Hello KK, my dear." He says, smiling softly.
She looks over at him, also smiling a bit. "Hello Henry." She looks back at the piece of nightmare matter for a second, her smile dropping a bit.
He raises an eyebrow, looking at it curiously "Hmm, what may that be? If I am allowed to ask?" He says, reaching out a hand to the matter, though he doesn't grab it.
"I think I heard it called 'unobtanium' or something like that. The literal stuff of nightmares." She explains, offering it to him for him to hold. "If one's skilled enough, they can mold it into pretty much anything."
He takes some of it, looking curiously at it. His mind swims through many ideas, before settling on the idea of a skull of average proportions, hoping he is capable of molding it into the thought he wants, or anything at all.
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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.'
*Why, hello there, my fellow observer of lunar phenomena!*
(how are you doing)
*I'm doing alright- a little tired, but nothing out of the ordinary. You?*
(bored lmao)
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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 back at the Faceless Fair, sitting at the edge of a little hole in reality where the Nightmare Realm has eaten past the magic barriers and into the park proper. She holds a little bit of the nightmare-corrupted walkway in her hand, looking at it.
Henry, being curious to a fault, decides to come over, standing nearby, though not trying too hard to make his presence known. He is actually not wearing his hunter's attire, though he is wearing his gloves. In a more casual attire, which is apparently a full black suit.
Through the hole in the Fair's walkway, the roiling, writhing Nightmare Realm can be seen, like a chaotic sea of entropy. The tiny piece of nightmare matter in KK's hand- a quivering, ever-shifting thing that seethes with a barely-contained agony- seems to have captivated her attention. She doesn't notice Henry's approach.
He gets a look of interest, but decides not to do something stupid now that there is someone that loves him, such as walking inside of the realm. He puts his hands on their shoulders, rubbing them softly "Hello KK, my dear." He says, smiling softly.
She looks over at him, also smiling a bit. "Hello Henry." She looks back at the piece of nightmare matter for a second, her smile dropping a bit.
He raises an eyebrow, looking at it curiously "Hmm, what may that be? If I am allowed to ask?" He says, reaching out a hand to the matter, though he doesn't grab it.
"I think I heard it called 'unobtanium' or something like that. The literal stuff of nightmares." She explains, offering it to him for him to hold. "If one's skilled enough, they can mold it into pretty much anything."
He takes some of it, looking curiously at it. His mind swims through many ideas, before settling on the idea of a skull of average proportions, hoping he is capable of molding it into the thought he wants, or anything at all.
It doesn't work, the fragment of entropy manifest not seeming affected in the least. "It can take decades to learn how, and learning how... well, from what Podmorski said when I asked him, it comes at great cost." She responds, looking through the hole in reality before her.
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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)
"Awakened by a Far Realm entity." It chuckles a bit to itself, the light from outside the window seemingly flickering for a second.
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 give it space. "You're not going to eat me, are you? Like you're hiding a beholder in your leaves?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She looks over at him, also smiling a bit. "Hello Henry." She looks back at the piece of nightmare matter for a second, her smile dropping 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)
*Hey, Jester. What are your characters doing?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He raises an eyebrow, looking at it curiously "Hmm, what may that be? If I am allowed to ask?" He says, reaching out a hand to the matter, though he doesn't grab it.
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.)
*I have like 40, there are doing a lot of things. Do you want rp with some of them?*
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.)
*Sure. I just introd a new character, so I want to get a foot in a door, if that makes sense*
The young gnome is perusing the books of the Library
Truesight:
The gnomish exterior is a shapeshifted oni.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I think I heard it called 'unobtanium' or something like that. The literal stuff of nightmares." She explains, offering it to him for him to hold. "If one's skilled enough, they can mold it into pretty much 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)
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
"No, of course not- couldn't even if I wanted to." It responds. "And it's less like a beholder in my leaves and more like... like a black hole."
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 some of it, looking curiously at it. His mind swims through many ideas, before settling on the idea of a skull of average proportions, hoping he is capable of molding it into the thought he wants, or anything at all.
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.)
*I'm doing alright- a little tired, but nothing out of the ordinary. 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)
"... A what?" They say, puzzled. "Like a black portable hole?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(bored lmao)
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
*Of course, but I've got many, many characters.*
Sanviento looks up to the gnome, or what he really knows them to be, adjusting his glasses of true sight "Hmm, why are you disguising yourself?"
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.)
The gnome stumbles a bit, but ends up shrugging. "My kind aren't apricated everywhere. Also, most doors are too small."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"They are certainly accepted here. There are demons, gods, god killers, a lot of different people." He says, looking tired like always.
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.)
*gtg*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
It doesn't work, the fragment of entropy manifest not seeming affected in the least. "It can take decades to learn how, and learning how... well, from what Podmorski said when I asked him, it comes at great cost." She responds, looking through the hole in reality before her.
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)
"An interstellar phenomena. A well of gravity so immensely strong, not even light can escape its grasp." It explains.
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)