"But...that would be so cool!" Leo says, huffing. "I could build the pully system and everything!"
Theren sniffles, wiping away a few tears. "I-its...its really really good..."
"Honey, it's crazy. I'm not some angel descending from the heavens to fall in love with you. This is a better idea." She points to a different paper where she has written down her own insane idea for Leo.
She helps wipe away the tears as she comes back "I did my best, an' I'll keep it from washing off if ya want."
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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.'
Omori is wandering around the Roundtable facility, trying to learn how exactly things work here.
Helianth is at the library, reading several books about other stars. Despite crackling with white-hot fire, it doesn't burn anything it touches.
They find some people speaking, but for some reason, she can't understand a word they're saying as they work in the lab. Top accompanies her so she isn't murdered by anyone.
Tim decides to come with them, still glowing with that strange golden radiance from when he consumed a bit of the star.
She seems confused for a second, before turning to Top. "I can't really understand what anyone else is saying here. Is it some sort of magical ward? A secret language? Am I just overthinking this?" She asks with childlike curiosity.
The crooked sunflower looks up from its reading material at him. "Hello again, Tim." It says to him. "How are you?"
He turns to her, "Oh that. Let me show you something. You can perfectly understand me now." He takes off his tie and begins speaking, and she cannot understand a word he is saying either until he puts it back on "See?"
He looks up at them with a broad smile "I'm good, how are you?" Something does seem a bit different, but they can't tell what.
She seems equally surprised and impressed, now having more questions. "Ah, so it is magical. I assume it's meant for the purpose of helping keep secret information a secret?" She asks.
"I am also doing very well." It responds, noticing that something's off, its other flower heads looking over at him and trying to analyze what's different. "What star do you think we should cook next?" It asks, as though it was a completely normal thing to say.
"Actually, it is more a translator. I don't speak any language you speak, nor does nearly anyone else who works here, it translates what I say to what language you speak nearly perfectly." He says, rolling his shoulders.
"Ummm, I don't know. Maybe one more close so you don't have to be away for so long?" It says back to them, each eye blinking individually, if Tim could sweat, this replica might be. The more it looks at it, the less Tim it seems, more a creation made to mimic Tim, lacking that aura of immense power.
"That's amazing! Does it work both ways- I mean, when I talk while you're wearing that, does it sound like I'm speaking your language?" She asks, her curiosity only growing.
Helianth is silent for a while, before closing its books and setting them back on their proper shelves. "What say we go back to the Spelljammer and see which stars are closer for ourselves?" It asks, hiding its suspicion.
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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)
"But...that would be so cool!" Leo says, huffing. "I could build the pully system and everything!"
Theren sniffles, wiping away a few tears. "I-its...its really really good..."
"Honey, it's crazy. I'm not some angel descending from the heavens to fall in love with you. This is a better idea." She points to a different paper where she has written down her own insane idea for Leo.
She helps wipe away the tears as she comes back "I did my best, an' I'll keep it from washing off if ya want."
Leo reads the idea quietly, still a bit upset he cant do the pulley system.
"I don't want it to get washed away..."
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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.
"That's amazing! Does it work both ways- I mean, when I talk while you're wearing that, does it sound like I'm speaking your language?" She asks, her curiosity only growing.
Helianth is silent for a while, before closing its books and setting them back on their proper shelves. "What say we go back to the Spelljammer and see which stars are closer for ourselves?" It asks, hiding its suspicion.
"Yep, if not I would have no idea what you are saying. Though you can only get one working at the Roundtable. Which again, I'm not telling you that you have to." He says, smiling as much as a bird can.
The false Tim nods, waiting for them to lead so that they can walk alongside them. They look at them with a brightness in their eyes, but not with the same wild magic in them that the real Tim has.
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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.'
Leo reads the idea quietly, still a bit upset he cant do the pulley system.
"I don't want it to get washed away..."
It's just as crazy, involving pyrotechnics as well as other things, making his nature as a demigod prominent, putting Ana on the sidelines and Leo in the main focus.
"Okay." She begins to work on the mural to keep it where it's at "Oh, and some kinda spirit tried ta kill me an' my kids yesterday."
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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.'
Leo reads the idea quietly, still a bit upset he cant do the pulley system.
"I don't want it to get washed away..."
It's just as crazy, involving pyrotechnics as well as other things, making his nature as a demigod prominent, putting Ana on the sidelines and Leo in the main focus.
"Okay." She begins to work on the mural to keep it where it's at "Oh, and some kinda spirit tried ta kill me an' my kids yesterday."
"Dear....this is just dangerous..." he says.
Theren perks up at this. "What did it look like?"
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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.
"That's amazing! Does it work both ways- I mean, when I talk while you're wearing that, does it sound like I'm speaking your language?" She asks, her curiosity only growing.
Helianth is silent for a while, before closing its books and setting them back on their proper shelves. "What say we go back to the Spelljammer and see which stars are closer for ourselves?" It asks, hiding its suspicion.
"Yep, if not I would have no idea what you are saying. Though you can only get one working at the Roundtable. Which again, I'm not telling you that you have to." He says, smiling as much as a bird can.
The false Tim nods, waiting for them to lead so that they can walk alongside them. They look at them with a brightness in their eyes, but not with the same wild magic in them that the real Tim has.
"I know you're not... but I do think I'd like to try working here, if that's possible. I mean, keeping the world from ending lines up pretty well with what I was already planning to do." She responds, grinning a wide toothy grin.
Helianth does lead the false Tim outside the library and to the Spelljammer. Once they arrive, it opens the doors to the space outside, and grabs the Tim-poster with its roots, holding them over the edge. "Where is Tim?" It slowly asks, its flower heads igniting with a literally fiery rage.
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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)
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Honey, it's crazy. I'm not some angel descending from the heavens to fall in love with you. This is a better idea." She points to a different paper where she has written down her own insane idea for Leo.
She helps wipe away the tears as she comes back "I did my best, an' I'll keep it from washing off if ya want."
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.)
"That's amazing! Does it work both ways- I mean, when I talk while you're wearing that, does it sound like I'm speaking your language?" She asks, her curiosity only growing.
Helianth is silent for a while, before closing its books and setting them back on their proper shelves. "What say we go back to the Spelljammer and see which stars are closer for ourselves?" It asks, hiding its suspicion.
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)
Leo reads the idea quietly, still a bit upset he cant do the pulley system.
"I don't want it to get washed away..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yep, if not I would have no idea what you are saying. Though you can only get one working at the Roundtable. Which again, I'm not telling you that you have to." He says, smiling as much as a bird can.
The false Tim nods, waiting for them to lead so that they can walk alongside them. They look at them with a brightness in their eyes, but not with the same wild magic in them that the real Tim has.
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.)
It's just as crazy, involving pyrotechnics as well as other things, making his nature as a demigod prominent, putting Ana on the sidelines and Leo in the main focus.
"Okay." She begins to work on the mural to keep it where it's at "Oh, and some kinda spirit tried ta kill me an' my kids yesterday."
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.)
*bleh. I hate snow. I'm more of a fall kinda person.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I despise Winter, Summer is my season personally.*
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 perfer spring or summer*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Dear....this is just dangerous..." he says.
Theren perks up at this. "What did it look like?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know you're not... but I do think I'd like to try working here, if that's possible. I mean, keeping the world from ending lines up pretty well with what I was already planning to do." She responds, grinning a wide toothy grin.
Helianth does lead the false Tim outside the library and to the Spelljammer. Once they arrive, it opens the doors to the space outside, and grabs the Tim-poster with its roots, holding them over the edge. "Where is Tim?" It slowly asks, its flower heads igniting with a literally fiery rage.
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)
"Honey, we could make it work, I could fireproof things." She tries to argue, though she knows he's right.
"Patchwork an' pale. Didn't stand a chance against me." She says, looking back to them "Don't fight them on yer own."
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.)
*Eh, too hot :p*
*Spring got the allergies and summer got the heat. :p*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(hi wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Still, there is so much that can go wrong." he says, kissing her nose gently.
"No promises." he says with a sad smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*True but ig being in Texas has made me used to it. Oh, also, its canonically Therens Birthday!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Fall doesn't really have anything special, and being a Texas kid makes me immune to the heat.*
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 giggles softly, holding the sides of her face as she begins sorting out the ideas, talking with Leo before they decide on them.
She shakes her head "Yer a handful, Theren, a handful."
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.)
Leo suggests a steampunk-esque theme.
"So everyone says."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Wait hold up. Jester, your from Texas?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She thinks about it for a moment before agreeing "Sounds like fun. No crazy shenanigans from either of us?"
"It's a good part o' ya, but ya can't just sit alone in yer room on yer birthday." She says, sitting next to them.
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.)