He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
"Oh, I- I can't heal them- I'm not that far into magic yet. I do know someone who can, though. Follow me- she should be nearby." She responds, before beginning to look for her mother, checking every so often to see if Top is following.
Top does follow, though he doesn’t seem too much bothered by his shattered fingers, whistling as he walks right behind them. Merabelle is in the cave making supper for them, the smell easy to follow, Top wondering what’s up with the people in this town.
Omori walks into the cave- presumably with Top following her- seeming a little worried. "Mom, can you help an acquaintance of mine?" She gestures to Top. "This is Top. I met him a little while ago, and I- I think he needs healing for his hands." She turns to Top, gesturing to Merabelle. "Top, this is my mom. She's a druid that can heal your hands."
Top looks to them, and Merabelle gives a wide smile, taking their hand and healing it in quick succession before sitting back down on her stool “Ya know ya can tell me if ya have a boyfriend Omori.” She says, smiling at them and patting their head. Top doesn’t object purely to see how Omori react.
"I know. I only met him later today- while I do think he's cool, I don't know him well enough for anything like that. Thank you for your help." She responds, just happy to see Top isn't in pain.
Top begins to walk out, chuckling as he waves “You’re mom is nice Omori, and so are you, but it’s probably for the best I don’t end up your boyfriend, unless you want to get a job at the HQ.”
She chuckles a bit as well. "Okay, works for me. I'm happy just being friends." She responds, before pausing and thinking of something. "What are the jobs at the HQ like?"
“We have to stop the world from ending, you know how it is, little stuff like that.” He says nonchalantly, really believing that it isn’t that big of a deal “Having you around would probably be a huge help.”
"Stop the world from ending? What's trying to end the world?" She asks, her smile dropping a bit as she's reminded of something.
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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 carriage pulls into town. A man steps out of it, looking around.
He has deep, rich, umber skin, like the color of cocoa beans. His hair is done up in dreads, draped around his shoulders, and beaded gold. His cheeks and chin have a light 5 o'clock shadow, the same color as his black hair. His eyes are a deep brown color, like that of coffee without any milk or sugar, reflecting the town around him. He wears a simple, white button-up shirt with a brown vest overtop, its golden button glinting dully. Along with that, he wears a black peacoat that is stitched with intricate designs of plants and vines. He wears a pair of brown slacks and a soft pair of brown loafers. Wrapped around his shoulder is a simple satchel made of tanned hide, it is stitched with depictions of a flowering meadow that is looked upon by the sun. He fidgets with golden rings on each of his fingers, a similar necklace and nose ring adorning his person.
He pays the carriage driver, putting on a smile, before grabbing his luggage from the top. He watches them ride away before taking a deep breath, retrieving a cloth from his pocket, and coughing into it before folding it again and placing it in his pocket once more. He hoists his bags and heads to the tavern.
Riotan watches him curiously, perched on a nearby tree stump.
The man pulls a small, leather bound notebook from his satchel. He flips through it, little sketches of plants inside of it.
"Whatcha got there?" He tilts his head to an uncomfortable angle.
The man turns around and smiles softly "Hello there, just my journal about the horticulture of this area." He said.
"Ooh. A botanist. Lovely."
"Indeed! I have my bachelor's in that area of study actually." He nods.
"Did it engender student loan debt?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mary-Anne is prowling walking around town, watching others. Mostly happy people, but also sad people and dying people. She smiles no matter what she’s observing.
KK is a little ways away, also making a snowman...? Snow-mannequin?.. Whatever she's trying to make, it seems to have a lot of branches representing a lot of arms.
Vanilla sees this, chuckles, and skips over to the snow-mannequin, adding four eyes to KK’s project, made of… chocolate.
She looks at the added eyes on the little snow-mannequin, thinking for a moment. "I hadn't thought of adding eyes... it looks cool. Thanks." KK replies, looking back over at him.
Mary-Anne is prowling walking around town, watching others. Mostly happy people, but also sad people and dying people. She smiles no matter what she’s observing.
KK is a little ways away, also making a snowman...? Snow-mannequin?.. Whatever she's trying to make, it seems to have a lot of branches representing a lot of arms.
Vanilla sees this, chuckles, and skips over to the snow-mannequin, adding four eyes to KK’s project, made of… chocolate.
She looks at the added eyes on the little snow-mannequin, thinking for a moment. "I hadn't thought of adding eyes... it looks cool. Thanks." KK replies, looking back over at him.
“No problem! Why does it have so many arms?”
"I tend to add lots of arms to most of my creations- I just think it's neat." She simply replies, adding another branch arm onto the snow sculpture that already has arguably far too many.
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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)
Mary-Anne is prowling walking around town, watching others. Mostly happy people, but also sad people and dying people. She smiles no matter what she’s observing.
KK is a little ways away, also making a snowman...? Snow-mannequin?.. Whatever she's trying to make, it seems to have a lot of branches representing a lot of arms.
Vanilla sees this, chuckles, and skips over to the snow-mannequin, adding four eyes to KK’s project, made of… chocolate.
She looks at the added eyes on the little snow-mannequin, thinking for a moment. "I hadn't thought of adding eyes... it looks cool. Thanks." KK replies, looking back over at him.
“No problem! Why does it have so many arms?”
"I tend to add lots of arms to most of my creations- I just think it's neat." She simply replies, adding another branch arm onto the snow sculpture that already has arguably far too many.
“Hmm. I like it. Do you make a lot of snow… things?”
Mary-Anne is prowling walking around town, watching others. Mostly happy people, but also sad people and dying people. She smiles no matter what she’s observing.
KK is a little ways away, also making a snowman...? Snow-mannequin?.. Whatever she's trying to make, it seems to have a lot of branches representing a lot of arms.
Vanilla sees this, chuckles, and skips over to the snow-mannequin, adding four eyes to KK’s project, made of… chocolate.
She looks at the added eyes on the little snow-mannequin, thinking for a moment. "I hadn't thought of adding eyes... it looks cool. Thanks." KK replies, looking back over at him.
“No problem! Why does it have so many arms?”
"I tend to add lots of arms to most of my creations- I just think it's neat." She simply replies, adding another branch arm onto the snow sculpture that already has arguably far too many.
“Hmm. I like it. Do you make a lot of snow… things?”
"Thanks! I make a lot of things like this- though, this is my first time making one out of snow." She explains. "Most are made of cloth, or metal, or flesh, or stone... pretty much anything, really."
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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)
"Stop the world from ending? What's trying to end the world?" She asks, her smile dropping a bit as she's reminded of something.
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)
"...we'll see. I never tried but maybe?"
"Good. Glad. And by the way, since I'm trying to help find this guy... you think you could describe him?"
Eventually they arrive at the inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Did it engender student loan debt?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No problem! Why does it have so many arms?”
Rio chuckles. "We'll see."
"Okay. Good." Mauric nods. "Maybe you should give this testimony directly to the authorities?"
"You didn't need to do that." Yod says, but smiles and enters nonetheless.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I tend to add lots of arms to most of my creations- I just think it's neat." She simply replies, adding another branch arm onto the snow sculpture that already has arguably far too many.
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)
“Hmm. I like it. Do you make a lot of snow… things?”
"Both of us can go to other planes easily. We'll be fine."
"Why not?" He inquires curiously.
Yod takes a seat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thanks! I make a lot of things like this- though, this is my first time making one out of snow." She explains. "Most are made of cloth, or metal, or flesh, or stone... pretty much anything, really."
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 would say so, sorry for being gone, want anyone else?*
“It’s okay… it’s my fault for being this way… if it’s too much, I’m sorry.”
She turns back to them, walking over and wrapping her arms around their neck “Yes. Why?”
*IM SORRY, IM BACK, DOES ANYONE WANT TO ROLEPLAY?*
"If they were infinite, they'd crush you, wouldn't they?"
"...okay. Maybe I should go check with this Mac guy you told me about then..."
Yod looks down at him as he takes out a twig from his jacket and begins whittling.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Depress, anyone wanna rp if i'm alive?*
*yesssss*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Jobah? Maybe? It’s all good if you don’t.*
*I got clover, tycho, Elio, georgie, and maybe someone new if i can manage it*