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.
He chews on their words, frowning a bit. "I will admit, thats not the offer i wanted... but, I'm tired of destroying my life and invading on others. Consider it done."
"Did you f-find Him?" she asks nervously.
He shakes his had. "I don't know, perhaps I'll stay in this town for a while."
“Sweet. Hold still.” Rio turns to him and suddenly plunges his fangs into your forehead. However, they sink through you like water and don’t hurt you at all. It’s just an odd sensation.
“No. I’m no detective. But I think there actually is some investigator guy who came to town recently.”
“Okay.” Yod shrugs. “So, uh… who are you anyhow?”
He fights the instinct to jump back, wincing in non existent pain.
"O-oh, okay...." she frowns. "Thats okay... I just wanna keep myself safe."
"Cevin Lyverious of Lindenwald, unflatteringly known in my kingdom as... The Puppy Prince." He says the last words with a pout.
After a couple moments of this, he draws back. “There you go. Simple as that.”
“Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure nobody hurts you! Not in my establishment!”
“I can see why.” Yod responds bluntly.
He shudders, grabbing his forehead. "Really? It's over?"
"Last I heard, you're the janitor..."
"The title is degrading, and unruly!" he pouts again. "Just because i act different, and enjoy certain things, does not make me a puppy!"
“Yeah. Try a spell. All you have to do is, like, clench your brain, and the words and motions will come to you.”
He frowns. “True. But doesn’t mean I can’t do my part to help people, right?”
“Certain things? Like what.”
He tries to summon... a waffle.
She giggles. "of course."
He flushes again "Things I shan't discuss in public."
It doesn’t work because that’s not a warlock ability at level 1, but he still can feel the unknown tingling of magical energy and its potential.
“I mean, being the janitor here ain’t too bad. Eventful, for sure. So what do you do for a living?”
Yod looks around at the utterly silent and deserted forest, brushing some hair out of his face. “Doesn’t get much more private than this, I’d say.” He seems quite oblivious.
"F[GP]" he says, pouting. instead, he tries chill touch on his glass of water.
"I am... a hired mercenary and escort."
"N-not what i meant..." he says, rubbing the back of his head. "Uhm, do you know of... anywhere to get a drink?" he asks, clicking his pointer claws together.
The liquid freezes and small spidery cracks begin weaving along the surface of the glass.
“…okay.” He nods.
“There’s a tavern of sorts a couple miles west. I can bring you there.”
*bro hit that 🥺👉👈*
"[GP] yeah!" he laughs, fist pumping.
she nods, sipping her water. "Y-yeah."
"Well, that'd be delightful."
“Pretty simple. You’ll get better at it with time though.”
“Anyway, anything else I can do for you?”
Yod begins heading off, gesturing for Cevin to follow.
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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.
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.”
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.
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.
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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 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)
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.
*me >:3 struggles to rack slide on a Glock, because my pawbs no have opposable thumbs.*
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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?”
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Vanilla sees this, chuckles, and skips over to the snow-mannequin, adding four eyes to KK’s project, made of… chocolate.
“Pretty simple. You’ll get better at it with time though.”
“Anyway, anything else I can do for you?”
Yod begins heading off, gesturing for Cevin to follow.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You are too kind, Your Grace." he chuckles, bowing.
he quivers in her grasp, shaking like, well, a bunny.
"How was dress shopping?" he asks, leaning back, finished.
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*jobah cut*
"so, one day, infinite waffles?" he asks, eyes shining.
"No, thank you. I'll be back to my regular life soon."
Cevin follows, whistling a tune known throughout the realm.
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“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.”
"Indeed! I have my bachelor's in that area of study actually." He nods.
"I loved you then, I love you still.."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He begins walking back into the woods.
She rubs his back, comforting them as much as she can.
“It was fabulous, and I met this wonderful woman named Lilac, we are going to have a bridal shower together.”
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.
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 sits there for a while, unsure of whether or not to follow. Instead, he sits at a bench, a book in paw. (good end?)
"I'm sorry... it's j-just... this is so much..."
"Is she by-chance a dragon?.." he asks, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
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*who else wants a piece o' the gay fox?*
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"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)
*me >:3 struggles to rack slide on a Glock, because my pawbs no have opposable thumbs.*
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"...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.
"infinite waffles!... " he says while holding his paws out in front of him, spreading them out. *imaaaagination style*
"He was short, 5'7 ish? he was definitely overweight, and his voice was just... like gravel."
He opens the door for them, smiling weakly.
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“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.
"You'll be starving with your boyfriend when the crops run out, but i'll have infinite waffles" he does the flourish again.
She shakes her head. "The 'authorites' don't really like me."
"It is my best and worst habit." he smiles, following after them.
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"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?”