A black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
Stroth narrows her eyes at it, the creature in her rumbling in rage.
It looks up at her, then holds out its claw. "I've been looking for you."
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
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Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
*if anyones interested*
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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.
"No, I fully mean it- you are perfect for me as well. There isn't a single thing I would wish to be any different." She responds, smiling warmly back at him.
"And then we'll do this all over again..." She adds. "...We'll have to find a way to actually destroy her eventually."
"You flatter me all too much." He smiles back at them, cracking his neck a bit, before putting his things away, his coat, his shortswords, his pistol and bow.
"An' this'll give us a lot more time than we already got. All we need ta do is let her try to break out, an' go kill 'er then."
"I mean it." She responds, looking back over at the abomination she is creating, and starting her work again where she left off.
"Okay..." She responds, understanding the plan but still panicking a bit, a small smile on her face and worry still in her eyes.
He walks back over, wearing simply clothes underneath, having cleaned up his look as he begins to assist them with the creations.
She hugs them for a long moment, rubbing their back "It'll be okay lil Omori, it'll all be okay. Ya are strong enough." She kisses their forehead.
After a few minutes, the new monstrosity is almost complete, and it is utterly horrific. It is only arms and hands, assembled into a shape with geometry that looks like it should be impossible.
She hugs them back. "I'll try my best. Like I always do." She responds. "Let's go home. I don't want to be here anymore."
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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 black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
Stroth narrows her eyes at it, the creature in her rumbling in rage.
It looks up at her, then holds out its claw. "I've been looking for you."
"Lot of people looking for me, you're nothing special." She shrugs.
After a few minutes, the new monstrosity is almost complete, and it is utterly horrific. It is only arms and hands, assembled into a shape with geometry that looks like it should be impossible.
She hugs them back. "I'll try my best. Like I always do." She responds. "Let's go home. I don't want to be here anymore."
"This is certainly something interesting indeed. I assume it isn't in constant pain like the previous creations? Also, speaking of which, I think we may be able to use the old blood in another way, as a sub to provide life to your creations."
She picks them up, quickly sprinting them both back to the cave, putting them down there "Do ya want somethin' ta eat?" She asks once they are there.
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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 black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
The Seer's Shadow watches from beneath the soil, immensely curious about the something sitting on that upside-down roof, and decides to spend a little bit of her power to see what it is. The shadows all around the being seem to grow a touch darker, as a humanoid figure made entirely of shadowy, inky ichor emerges from the upside-down roof near him- an avatar of its power.
"Hello there." It speaks with a voice that is not its own, but that of its creator.
It doesn't acknowledge her for a moment, then lowers its newspaper. "How are you?"
Suddenly, he feels a strength almost like his own. They twist his hand, bringing his arm behind his back and pinning it.
He moves back, eyes nearly glowing bronze in rage. "What do you want."
He pushes back against their strength, but they already have him in a disadvantaged position, so he can't get out, even with his full strength.
She looks at them softly "I want ta talk ta ya, I want ta apologize to all o' ya. Is that okay?"
They smile "Quite sorry if I hurt you." They let go.
"No." he snorted in disbelief.
He smiles even wider than before, flexing his hand "How have I not met you before? You're- arm wrestle me." He holds out his arm to the table.
She nods slowly, putting her hands together "Okay, I'm gonna apologize anyway."
They nod and hold out their arm, grasping Rag's palm.
"I am going to send you to the heavens to bet burnt by angels." he rolls his eyes.
He begins to push against them with all of his might. Athletics:35
"It is what I deserve, but Arthur, you really were a good part of that little choir." She smiles at them softly before bowing her head, something she has never done "I'm sorry, for every little thing I've done."
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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 black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
Thirteen has detected a metaphysical anomaly of hitherto unexpected levels, and is going to investigate along with several backup skeletons.
As they approach, they encounter the... entity. It stands in front of them, the Wand of Orcus in its hand. It csually watches them, the hellish building in the background. "Hello."
“…wha…” Thirteen is slightly staggered by the sight of such an infamous relic.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He pushes back against their strength, but they already have him in a disadvantaged position, so he can't get out, even with his full strength.
She looks at them softly "I want ta talk ta ya, I want ta apologize to all o' ya. Is that okay?"
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.)
They smile "Quite sorry if I hurt you." They let go.
"No." he snorted in disbelief.
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
It looks up at her, then holds out its claw. "I've been looking for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*if anyones interested*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles even wider than before, flexing his hand "How have I not met you before? You're- arm wrestle me." He holds out his arm to the table.
She nods slowly, putting her hands together "Okay, I'm gonna apologize anyway."
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.)
After a few minutes, the new monstrosity is almost complete, and it is utterly horrific. It is only arms and hands, assembled into a shape with geometry that looks like it should be impossible.
She hugs them back. "I'll try my best. Like I always do." She responds. "Let's go home. I don't want to be here anymore."
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)
*my experiment was a success even if I say uwu it gets buried*
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"Lot of people looking for me, you're nothing special." She shrugs.
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
They nod and hold out their arm, grasping Rag's palm.
"I am going to send you to the heavens to bet burnt by angels." he rolls his eyes.
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
"This is certainly something interesting indeed. I assume it isn't in constant pain like the previous creations? Also, speaking of which, I think we may be able to use the old blood in another way, as a sub to provide life to your creations."
She picks them up, quickly sprinting them both back to the cave, putting them down there "Do ya want somethin' ta eat?" She asks once they are there.
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.)
*...okay..just gonna go now. Posts are getting buried too quickly.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It doesn't acknowledge her for a moment, then lowers its newspaper. "How are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen is investigating the shadowy gash in time and space.
Mauric is gathering herbs from his roof garden.
Loriche is fleeing.
Riotan is trying to think of an actual plan.
Eito is practicing their swordsmanship.
Malafasa is asleep in a large tree.
Yod is shooting crows out of the air.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He begins to push against them with all of his might. Athletics:35
"It is what I deserve, but Arthur, you really were a good part of that little choir." She smiles at them softly before bowing her head, something she has never done "I'm sorry, for every little thing I've done."
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.)
*by Theren have a good day*
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“…wha…” Thirteen is slightly staggered by the sight of such an infamous relic.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*See you around bro, I want you to know you are loved.*
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.)
*is there a male form for barista?*
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*sorry dude. If you want i can rp with you but if you need to leave i understand*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Baalze, I do remember you accepting the thing I said wasn't a challenge. I just wanted to remind you in the case you forgot.*
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.)