Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
He flinches, just for a moment, before continuing to heal them, refusing to make eye contact with them “Okay, honey.” He says softly, just rubbing his healing hands over their wounds.
"You don't believe me do you... Or you don't care." She pulls away from him.
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
He flinches, just for a moment, before continuing to heal them, refusing to make eye contact with them “Okay, honey.” He says softly, just rubbing his healing hands over their wounds.
"You don't believe me do you... Or you don't care." She pulls away from him.
He looks up, “If either of those were true I wouldn’t be yer husband. If ya think I don’t care, why would I listen?” He asks her, looking at her softly but not moving closer “I… I love ya Stroth, that’s never gonna change.”
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
He flinches, just for a moment, before continuing to heal them, refusing to make eye contact with them “Okay, honey.” He says softly, just rubbing his healing hands over their wounds.
"You don't believe me do you... Or you don't care." She pulls away from him.
He looks up, “If either of those were true I wouldn’t be yer husband. If ya think I don’t care, why would I listen?” He asks her, looking at her softly but not moving closer “I… I love ya Stroth, that’s never gonna change.”
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
He flinches, just for a moment, before continuing to heal them, refusing to make eye contact with them “Okay, honey.” He says softly, just rubbing his healing hands over their wounds.
"You don't believe me do you... Or you don't care." She pulls away from him.
He looks up, “If either of those were true I wouldn’t be yer husband. If ya think I don’t care, why would I listen?” He asks her, looking at her softly but not moving closer “I… I love ya Stroth, that’s never gonna change.”
She bristles "You believe it though.."
“I believe that we can be a family… is that so bad?” He asks her again.
Omori also doesn't think to look inside the barrel, and is simply curious as to why this one particular barrel is glowing from within, and moving over to investigate.
As he is moving through the course in the forest, he gets the feeling that something- or someone(?) is there with him. A movement in the shadows, a faint sound of the forest undergrowth being disturbed... and an unshakable feeling that he's being watched.
*Stop being sorry.*
There can be crying heard within the barrel the closer. Tim can be heard trying to keep himself quiet within, the magic only intensifying with the emotional turmoil.
He stops his workout, his sharp eyes looking around to find what may be watching him. He doesn't have any weapons obviously on him, but his hands twitch with the sound, his pointed ears twitch with the sound "Hmm, the hunter is being hunter."
"T- Tim? Is everything alright?" She asks, genuinely concerned about her friend.
As he looks around, for a moment, he thinks he sees something- or someone. A humanoid figure, almost entirely obscured by the shadows it is standing in, that he doesn't recognize as anything other than it definitely not being KK. "We meet again, hunter." The words have no sound, but appear in his thoughts as though he had just heard them spoken.
He stops his crying, wiping his eyes from within the barrel, popping open the lid just a crack to look at them “O-Omori…?”
He scratches the back of his neck, a knife suddenly held in reverse grip in his other hand “Whatever’s out there, reveal yourself, if we’ve met before, you know I’d rather die fighting someone I can see than someone I can’t.” He says with a smile, and that glint of madness in his eyes “Please, by the way, call me Henry.”
She crouches down just a bit to be about eye level with Tim. "Hi, Tim. Are you okay?"
It steps forward, quite literally emerging from the dark- a humanoid figure made entirely of an inky fluid, with the illusion of long flowing robes and long, writhing tendrils emerging from the back of its head. "I saw you when you were admiring my handiwork- the preparations for far larger machinations- at my grave. I've been watching you ever since."
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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)
*to be as honest as possible, I had a panic attack at school earlier today.*
*but i’m doing a bit better now.*
*I’m happy to hear you’re doing better, I’m sorry that happened to you.*
*thank you!*
*basically, there’s this whole packet of work that’s due next week, my teacher got angry because people weren’t participating in class, and she was also annoyed by the fact that most of us, including me, hadn’t done a specific part of the packet that nobody directly told us to do. I had a plan to get it done, but now I’m changing it because ✨i feel bad✨ so I’m catching up on it tonight.*
Omori also doesn't think to look inside the barrel, and is simply curious as to why this one particular barrel is glowing from within, and moving over to investigate.
As he is moving through the course in the forest, he gets the feeling that something- or someone(?) is there with him. A movement in the shadows, a faint sound of the forest undergrowth being disturbed... and an unshakable feeling that he's being watched.
*Stop being sorry.*
There can be crying heard within the barrel the closer. Tim can be heard trying to keep himself quiet within, the magic only intensifying with the emotional turmoil.
He stops his workout, his sharp eyes looking around to find what may be watching him. He doesn't have any weapons obviously on him, but his hands twitch with the sound, his pointed ears twitch with the sound "Hmm, the hunter is being hunter."
"T- Tim? Is everything alright?" She asks, genuinely concerned about her friend.
As he looks around, for a moment, he thinks he sees something- or someone. A humanoid figure, almost entirely obscured by the shadows it is standing in, that he doesn't recognize as anything other than it definitely not being KK. "We meet again, hunter." The words have no sound, but appear in his thoughts as though he had just heard them spoken.
He stops his crying, wiping his eyes from within the barrel, popping open the lid just a crack to look at them “O-Omori…?”
He scratches the back of his neck, a knife suddenly held in reverse grip in his other hand “Whatever’s out there, reveal yourself, if we’ve met before, you know I’d rather die fighting someone I can see than someone I can’t.” He says with a smile, and that glint of madness in his eyes “Please, by the way, call me Henry.”
She crouches down just a bit to be about eye level with Tim. "Hi, Tim. Are you okay?"
It steps forward, quite literally emerging from the dark- a humanoid figure made entirely of an inky fluid, with the illusion of long flowing robes and long, writhing tendrils emerging from the back of its head. "I saw you when you were admiring my handiwork- the preparations for far larger machinations- at my grave. I've been watching you ever since."
“I- I’m okay, just… hiding from dad, what about you?” He asks, staying inside of the barrel, but she can tell he’s smiling at seeing her.
He tosses his knife past their head, sticking it into a nearby tree, before putting his hands in his pockets “KK doesn’t want me to associate with you, so I won’t. Don’t attempt to convince me otherwise, okay?”
*I’m not doing all that well, in a post above I had explained that I sort of had a panic attack during school, but I’m doing a bit better now. I also have a new character that I’ll hopefully enjoy playing, Calypso! How are you?*
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
Stroth, heavily beat up and bloody, is licking her wounds while sitting out in the forest.
Sparrow is walking through the forest looking for Stroth, seeming to be very happy until he sees Stroth, running over and using his paladin power to heal her.
She hisses and thrashes her head "Kid.. that thing claiming to be my child did this.."
Sparrow raises his head to look at them “I… I believe them, honey. From what they said, ya attacked them. I ain’t sayin’ I don’t believe ya… I just…” He continues to heal her.
She whips around "THAT CREATURE DECIDED TO BRING BACK MY DEAD BOYFRIEND AND THEN BRAND TO TAUNT ME." She snarled.
He flinches, just for a moment, before continuing to heal them, refusing to make eye contact with them “Okay, honey.” He says softly, just rubbing his healing hands over their wounds.
"You don't believe me do you... Or you don't care." She pulls away from him.
He looks up, “If either of those were true I wouldn’t be yer husband. If ya think I don’t care, why would I listen?” He asks her, looking at her softly but not moving closer “I… I love ya Stroth, that’s never gonna change.”
She bristles "You believe it though.."
“I believe that we can be a family… is that so bad?” He asks her again.
"A family?.. with the thing that decided to use dead versions of my dead boyfriend and Brand in order to taunt me?..." She barks out a laugh "No way in hell, heaven, or beyond.."
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
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
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*Heya buddy, bud, pal.*
"You don't believe me do you... Or you don't care." She pulls away from him.
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
*hi! How art thou?*
*That feeling when i made a character in my head and then forgot who they were so now i can't intro -^-*
He looks up, “If either of those were true I wouldn’t be yer husband. If ya think I don’t care, why would I listen?” He asks her, looking at her softly but not moving closer “I… I love ya Stroth, that’s never gonna change.”
*I am exceedingly, decent. And thou?*
*to be as honest as possible, I had a panic attack at school earlier today.*
*but i’m doing a bit better now.*
She bristles "You believe it though.."
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
*I’m happy to hear you’re doing better, I’m sorry that happened to you.*
“I believe that we can be a family… is that so bad?” He asks her again.
She crouches down just a bit to be about eye level with Tim. "Hi, Tim. Are you okay?"
It steps forward, quite literally emerging from the dark- a humanoid figure made entirely of an inky fluid, with the illusion of long flowing robes and long, writhing tendrils emerging from the back of its head. "I saw you when you were admiring my handiwork- the preparations for far larger machinations- at my grave. I've been watching you ever since."
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)
*thank you!*
*basically, there’s this whole packet of work that’s due next week, my teacher got angry because people weren’t participating in class, and she was also annoyed by the fact that most of us, including me, hadn’t done a specific part of the packet that nobody directly told us to do. I had a plan to get it done, but now I’m changing it because ✨i feel bad✨ so I’m catching up on it tonight.*
*Hello, Arch! How art thou today?*
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- I’m okay, just… hiding from dad, what about you?” He asks, staying inside of the barrel, but she can tell he’s smiling at seeing her.
He tosses his knife past their head, sticking it into a nearby tree, before putting his hands in his pockets “KK doesn’t want me to associate with you, so I won’t. Don’t attempt to convince me otherwise, okay?”
*I’m not doing all that well, in a post above I had explained that I sort of had a panic attack during school, but I’m doing a bit better now. I also have a new character that I’ll hopefully enjoy playing, Calypso! How are you?*
(hi arch)
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
"A family?.. with the thing that decided to use dead versions of my dead boyfriend and Brand in order to taunt me?..." She barks out a laugh "No way in hell, heaven, or beyond.."
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
*hi!*
(how are you)
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
(you want to rp wendo)
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