She slightly smiles a bit as well, putting a hand on his shoulder. "First time dying, I imagine?" She asks, as if death and resurrection were a common occurrence for her.
The earth within the clearing is cracking open in places, splitting apart with a quaking that can be felt in the ground a good distance away. "Y o u a g a i n ? . . D i d n ' t w e a l r e a d y g o o v e r t h i s ? . . I ' m n o t d y i n g a g a i n . . ." It 'says' to her as she approaches, sounding more annoyed than anything else.
He takes her hand, shaking his head "No... it just doesn't happen a lot..." He pushes himself to a sitting position, pulling KK down to sit next to him, smiling at her and rubbing her hand with his thumb.
Merabelle looks at the cracks, knowing that Omori would be pissed if Merabelle went down to find the core without her, so she stays on the surface "Ya are gonna die again, an' it'll be my daughter doin' the killin'. She's stronger than she would've ever been under ya, an' with me ta back her up, ya ain't got nothin' that could stop us."
She places another hand on top of his. "It's going to be okay. I mean, I've died multiple times- technically, at least- and look how I turned out." She says, chuckling to herself a bit. "But seriously though, as long as you're still here after, I'm happy."
"I s t h a t s o ? . ." The earth splits open more, innumerable inky, ethereal tendrils emerging and grasping at everything around them as it begins to tear itself free from the soil. " T h e n I ' l l j u s t h a v e t o t e a r y o u t w o a p a r t . . . B u t t h a t w i l l c o m e l a t e r . . ." The earth continues to split, and more and more of the Seer's incorporeal form begins to leak out from under her grave. "I t ' s a b o u t t i m e I p r o p e r l y m e e t t h e n e i g h b o r s , w o u l d n ' t y o u a g r e e ? . ."
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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)
"There are two possibilities that I see the victim was sent a letter by his killer as some sort of sick game to increase the difficulty or that someone he knew learned that he was going to get murdered and tipped him off"
"And that's what makes it some difficult, the killer has no calling card, the murder scene is practically barren other than the signs that they died. I haven't gotten an autopsy report, and that only makes things harder."
"and unfortunately I didn't learn any spells like speaking with the dead I am more combat-oriented for a druid"
He raises an eyebrow "Really? Why? Who are you trying to fight?" He asks, putting away his now empty cup.
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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.'
"There are two possibilities that I see the victim was sent a letter by his killer as some sort of sick game to increase the difficulty or that someone he knew learned that he was going to get murdered and tipped him off"
"And that's what makes it some difficult, the killer has no calling card, the murder scene is practically barren other than the signs that they died. I haven't gotten an autopsy report, and that only makes things harder."
"and unfortunately I didn't learn any spells like speaking with the dead I am more combat-oriented for a druid"
He raises an eyebrow "Really? Why? Who are you trying to fight?" He asks, putting away his now empty cup.
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
Omori is preparing for the eventual confrontation with the Seer's Shadow, and is attempting to practice a new spell she discovered- Guiding Bolt.
The Creature in the Woods is stalking her.
She faintly notices that something is nearby, though she can't tell where, and stops her practice, looking around to try and spot whatever's giving her that feeling of dread.
The light seems to disappear slowly, swallowed by the dark. A sound like radio static is heard before it disappears.
Curiosity gives way fully to panic as she flees, not daring to use the shadows to travel for fear of the Seer knowing where she is.
The creature follows easily, and the world gets darker around her. *Roll con please to not be frightened. DC: 18*
*Oh, Omori's already frightened.* She continues to flee as fast as she can, looking for her mother.
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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 preparing for the eventual confrontation with the Seer's Shadow, and is attempting to practice a new spell she discovered- Guiding Bolt.
The Creature in the Woods is stalking her.
She faintly notices that something is nearby, though she can't tell where, and stops her practice, looking around to try and spot whatever's giving her that feeling of dread.
The light seems to disappear slowly, swallowed by the dark. A sound like radio static is heard before it disappears.
Curiosity gives way fully to panic as she flees, not daring to use the shadows to travel for fear of the Seer knowing where she is.
The creature follows easily, and the world gets darker around her. *Roll con please to not be frightened. DC: 18*
*Oh, Omori's already frightened.* She continues to flee as fast as she can, looking for her mother.
"Do not run child...i will bring you to your mother..." the voice says, like static in her brain. The monster follows her, right on her heels
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She places another hand on top of his. "It's going to be okay. I mean, I've died multiple times- technically, at least- and look how I turned out." She says, chuckling to herself a bit. "But seriously though, as long as you're still here after, I'm happy."
"I s t h a t s o ? . ." The earth splits open more, innumerable inky, ethereal tendrils emerging and grasping at everything around them as it begins to tear itself free from the soil. " T h e n I ' l l j u s t h a v e t o t e a r y o u t w o a p a r t . . . B u t t h a t w i l l c o m e l a t e r . . ." The earth continues to split, and more and more of the Seer's incorporeal form begins to leak out from under her grave. "I t ' s a b o u t t i m e I p r o p e r l y m e e t t h e n e i g h b o r s , w o u l d n ' t y o u a g r e e ? . ."
"The real issue was making it back here without dying a second time." He chuckles, kissing her cheek softly "I wouldn't want to lose the person I love more than anything else." He sighs, looking at them for a long moment silently.
She sits down on her little bit of earth she has left, and begins to connect herself to it. She begins to channel her power through it, to repair the land and push away the shadows and the darkness. Her own form becomes inky black as she harnesses all the power she can muster to combat against it all "Ya ain't gonna do none o' that, it ain't even worth tryin'."
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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.'
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
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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.'
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
"Sure I'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
Omori is preparing for the eventual confrontation with the Seer's Shadow, and is attempting to practice a new spell she discovered- Guiding Bolt.
The Creature in the Woods is stalking her.
She faintly notices that something is nearby, though she can't tell where, and stops her practice, looking around to try and spot whatever's giving her that feeling of dread.
The light seems to disappear slowly, swallowed by the dark. A sound like radio static is heard before it disappears.
Curiosity gives way fully to panic as she flees, not daring to use the shadows to travel for fear of the Seer knowing where she is.
The creature follows easily, and the world gets darker around her. *Roll con please to not be frightened. DC: 18*
*Oh, Omori's already frightened.* She continues to flee as fast as she can, looking for her mother.
"Do not run child...i will bring you to your mother..." the voice says, like static in her brain. The monster follows her, right on her heels
"That pain-loving wretch is not my mother!" She yells back in response, not daring to slow down.
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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)
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
"Sure I'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
"You're just a Wild Kratt?" He says, chuckling to himself before shaking his head, as they probably wouldn't understand the reference.
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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.'
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
"Sure I'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
"You're just a Wild Kratt?" He says, chuckling to himself before shaking his head, as they probably wouldn't understand the reference.
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
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
"Sure I'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
"You're just a Wild Kratt?" He says, chuckling to himself before shaking his head, as they probably wouldn't understand the reference.
"what are wild kratts?"
"The greatest druids of all time."
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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.'
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
"Sure I'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
"You're just a Wild Kratt?" He says, chuckling to himself before shaking his head, as they probably wouldn't understand the reference.
"what are wild kratts?"
"The greatest druids of all time."
".....I don't remember their being an organization or person named wild kratts in any of the druid organizations"
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
"Sure I'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
"You're just a Wild Kratt?" He says, chuckling to himself before shaking his head, as they probably wouldn't understand the reference.
"what are wild kratts?"
"The greatest druids of all time."
".....I don't remember their being an organization or person named wild kratts in any of the druid organizations"
"You don't have to, they work undercover, which means only a detective would know." He takes out his journal, going to the page on Wild Kratts.
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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.'
She places another hand on top of his. "It's going to be okay. I mean, I've died multiple times- technically, at least- and look how I turned out." She says, chuckling to herself a bit. "But seriously though, as long as you're still here after, I'm happy."
"I s t h a t s o ? . ." The earth splits open more, innumerable inky, ethereal tendrils emerging and grasping at everything around them as it begins to tear itself free from the soil. " T h e n I ' l l j u s t h a v e t o t e a r y o u t w o a p a r t . . . B u t t h a t w i l l c o m e l a t e r . . ." The earth continues to split, and more and more of the Seer's incorporeal form begins to leak out from under her grave. "I t ' s a b o u t t i m e I p r o p e r l y m e e t t h e n e i g h b o r s , w o u l d n ' t y o u a g r e e ? . ."
"The real issue was making it back here without dying a second time." He chuckles, kissing her cheek softly "I wouldn't want to lose the person I love more than anything else." He sighs, looking at them for a long moment silently.
She sits down on her little bit of earth she has left, and begins to connect herself to it. She begins to channel her power through it, to repair the land and push away the shadows and the darkness. Her own form becomes inky black as she harnesses all the power she can muster to combat against it all "Ya ain't gonna do none o' that, it ain't even worth tryin'."
She looks back at him for just as long, all her eyes looking back into his. She kisses him on the cheek as well, before looking back over to her design notes. "If I may ask, what happened?"
An equal amount of eldritch force tries to continue to tear itself free from the earth, though Merabelle's magic does halt it from making any further progress. "F i r s t y o u t e l l m e t o ' g e t t h e [ 1 G P ] o u t o f y o u r f o r e s t ' . . . N o w y o u k e e p m e f r o m l e a v i n g . . . N o t h i n g y o u h a v e s a i d h a s m a d e a n y s e n s e . . ."
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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)
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
"Sure I'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
"You're just a Wild Kratt?" He says, chuckling to himself before shaking his head, as they probably wouldn't understand the reference.
"what are wild kratts?"
"The greatest druids of all time."
".....I don't remember their being an organization or person named wild kratts in any of the druid organizations"
"You don't have to, they work undercover, which means only a detective would know." He takes out his journal, going to the page on Wild Kratts.
"alright so besides a detective what else are you?"
"Do not run child...i will bring you to your mother..." the voice says, like static in her brain. The monster follows her, right on her heels
"That pain-loving wretch is not my mother!" She yells back in response, not daring to slow down.
"I am not talking about the rot child...." he grumbles
She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. "S- She didn't... send you after me?" She asks, getting ready to flee again should he be trying to trick 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)
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*its ok if not*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She places another hand on top of his. "It's going to be okay. I mean, I've died multiple times- technically, at least- and look how I turned out." She says, chuckling to herself a bit. "But seriously though, as long as you're still here after, I'm happy."
"I s t h a t s o ? . ." The earth splits open more, innumerable inky, ethereal tendrils emerging and grasping at everything around them as it begins to tear itself free from the soil.
" T h e n I ' l l j u s t h a v e t o t e a r y o u t w o a p a r t . . . B u t t h a t w i l l c o m e l a t e r . . . " The earth continues to split, and more and more of the Seer's incorporeal form begins to leak out from under her grave. "I t ' s a b o u t t i m e I p r o p e r l y m e e t t h e n e i g h b o r s , w o u l d n ' t y o u a g r e e ? . ."
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 raises an eyebrow "Really? Why? Who are you trying to fight?" He asks, putting away his now empty cup.
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.)
Arthur shrugs and says "all druid know some combat spells we live in the wilderness it's better to be prepared and not need it than be unprepared and need it"
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*Oh, Omori's already frightened.* She continues to flee as fast as she can, looking for her mother.
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)
"Do not run child...i will bring you to your mother..." the voice says, like static in her brain. The monster follows her, right on her heels
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The real issue was making it back here without dying a second time." He chuckles, kissing her cheek softly "I wouldn't want to lose the person I love more than anything else." He sighs, looking at them for a long moment silently.
She sits down on her little bit of earth she has left, and begins to connect herself to it. She begins to channel her power through it, to repair the land and push away the shadows and the darkness. Her own form becomes inky black as she harnesses all the power she can muster to combat against it all "Ya ain't gonna do none o' that, it ain't even worth tryin'."
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.)
"Hmm, if you're combat oriented, than that suggests you want to fight something, or at least that you are fighting something."
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'm fighting against poachers, bandits and monsters"
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"That pain-loving wretch is not my mother!" She yells back in response, not daring to slow down.
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 not talking about the rot child...." he grumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You're just a Wild Kratt?" He says, chuckling to himself before shaking his head, as they probably wouldn't understand the reference.
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.)
"what are wild kratts?"
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(anyone want to rp)
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
"The greatest druids of all time."
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 don't remember their being an organization or person named wild kratts in any of the druid organizations"
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"You don't have to, they work undercover, which means only a detective would know." He takes out his journal, going to the page on Wild Kratts.
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.)
She looks back at him for just as long, all her eyes looking back into his. She kisses him on the cheek as well, before looking back over to her design notes. "If I may ask, what happened?"
An equal amount of eldritch force tries to continue to tear itself free from the earth, though Merabelle's magic does halt it from making any further progress.
"F i r s t y o u t e l l m e t o ' g e t t h e [ 1 G P ] o u t o f y o u r f o r e s t ' . . . N o w y o u k e e p m e f r o m l e a v i n g . . . N o t h i n g y o u h a v e s a i d h a s m a d e a n y s e n s e . . ."
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)
"alright so besides a detective what else are you?"
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She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. "S- She didn't... send you after me?" She asks, getting ready to flee again should he be trying to trick 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)