Omori is scooped up and placed back at the clearing where she and Top first were, again pausing for a moment to process what happened. She then ambles off back towards the woods, faintly humming to herself as she does.
It marks the location on the map, before teleporting back through the gate to Lord's Rest Inn and heading in the direction of where Tim may be. Even if it is a trap, it's fought back against Tim's father before and won- and it's even stronger now than it was then. Either way, something is going to burn.
(Want to end that there?)
The clearing seems to expand forever, until they get close enough and reveal a futuristic laboratory, sleek and polished. It's likely very trapped, and heavily defended, but Helianth likely doesn't care.
*Sure, we can end there.*
It continues to approach the laboratory, a raging and writhing mass of stellar flames and desiccated plant matter that barrels its way towards the metal monolith. Once it reaches the exterior wall of the facility, it melts its way through the sleek polished metal with the heat of the sun and begins searching for Tim, using its fire spells and blazing roots to reduce any that try to stop it to ash.
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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 scooped up and placed back at the clearing where she and Top first were, again pausing for a moment to process what happened. She then ambles off back towards the woods, faintly humming to herself as she does.
It marks the location on the map, before teleporting back through the gate to Lord's Rest Inn and heading in the direction of where Tim may be. Even if it is a trap, it's fought back against Tim's father before and won- and it's even stronger now than it was then. Either way, something is going to burn.
(Want to end that there?)
The clearing seems to expand forever, until they get close enough and reveal a futuristic laboratory, sleek and polished. It's likely very trapped, and heavily defended, but Helianth likely doesn't care.
*Sure, we can end there.*
It continues to approach the laboratory, a raging and writhing mass of stellar flames and desiccated plant matter that barrels its way towards the metal monolith. Once it reaches the exterior wall of the facility, it melts its way through the sleek polished metal with the heat of the sun and begins searching for Tim, using its fire spells and blazing roots to reduce any that try to stop it to ash.
Any security bots of the regular variety would left as virtually nothing by merely coming close to Helianth in this state.The halls are winding, but the directions to where Tim is are easily found, mainly because his cries for help can be heard in the distance. Most traps simply are destroyed as well, leaving him heading towards the main lab.
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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 scooped up and placed back at the clearing where she and Top first were, again pausing for a moment to process what happened. She then ambles off back towards the woods, faintly humming to herself as she does.
It marks the location on the map, before teleporting back through the gate to Lord's Rest Inn and heading in the direction of where Tim may be. Even if it is a trap, it's fought back against Tim's father before and won- and it's even stronger now than it was then. Either way, something is going to burn.
(Want to end that there?)
The clearing seems to expand forever, until they get close enough and reveal a futuristic laboratory, sleek and polished. It's likely very trapped, and heavily defended, but Helianth likely doesn't care.
*Sure, we can end there.*
It continues to approach the laboratory, a raging and writhing mass of stellar flames and desiccated plant matter that barrels its way towards the metal monolith. Once it reaches the exterior wall of the facility, it melts its way through the sleek polished metal with the heat of the sun and begins searching for Tim, using its fire spells and blazing roots to reduce any that try to stop it to ash.
Any security bots of the regular variety would left as virtually nothing by merely coming close to Helianth in this state.The halls are winding, but the directions to where Tim is are easily found, mainly because his cries for help can be heard in the distance. Most traps simply are destroyed as well, leaving him heading towards the main lab.
Helianth tears through the facility, eventually reaching the main laboratory and tearing the doors off their hinges with its roots, the metal warping out of shape from the sheer heat around it. If it sees Tim's father, and Tim isn't close to him, it throws both the doors at him before continuing to charge. If not, it tosses the doors aside and continues to look for Tim.
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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)
*Strugel clans have four main categories, each identified by the color of their dyes and their physiques, as they have vastly different roles on Honkachu. Each color also has a set of virtues that each member must follow to be a "good citizen." The clans are as follows, from least to greatest:*
*White/Blue: Brutes. These strugels are typically in charge of farming, digging, and enforcement, as they or their ancestors committed a "grave offense" and are "undeserving" of more expressive jobs. They are tough beyond belief and, in the event that Honkachu has to fight, these folks are going out to the front lines and most likely coming back. They either have no dyes at all or, in the case of more elite "Brutes," have blue dyes (ground from the feathers of Frer-Awk, which are vulture-like birds native to Honkachu) in their fur, the only pigment they are allowed to own. The virtues of the Brutes are Loyalty, Hope, and Stoicism, as one day they may be allowed to go up a caste if they stick together and endure.*
*Pink/Purple: Craftsmen. These strugels are the most common, and are considered the baseline for their society. They work the machines day in and day out, keeping everything in order. They cook, they clean, they build, and most importantly, they invent. Those with pink dyes must defer to elders with purple dyes, and all their inventions are credited to their clan, not themselves. They tend to be more lithe than other strugels, often with thinner, quicker paws as well. The virtues of the Craftsmen are Fear, Creativity, and Enthusiasm, as the world we live in is brutal and cold, and we must face it with all our might and minds.*
*Silver/Gold: Nobles. These strugels are the ruling class, and are usually the only ones to own businesses that deal with other races on a regular basis. They are usually the fattest, craftiest strugels, and many of them have very impure bloodlines. The thing that makes a Noble strugel is that they have the position, no matter what they had to do to earn it. They invent as well, but they rarely deal with machines directly. Gold strugels are typically taught to be agoraphobic as soon as they can walk, while Silver strugels are usually taught to be misanthropic at around the same time.* *The virtues of the Nobility are Control, Deceit, and Thriftiness, as one must be willing to make sacrifices in the veins of truth and love in order to keep society running in this dark world.*
*Orange/Red: Mystics. These strugels are separated from society, and are often the victims of rumor and black propaganda from the Noble stugels in an attempt to keep them in check. Mystics are raised with devotion to the god of strugels, the forge, and the hearth, Volstadt, and spend most of their lives on Honkachu Mountain. They have thinner fur, stronger muscles, and higher tolerance to heat than to cold. They are nearly exempt from any sort of fear or tyranny, and they dye themselves with colors that demonstrate strength and passion more for fun than for identification. They rarely interact with the majority of Honkachu except to give assistance from either their gods or the history they keep endless records of, inscribed in snailsteel damascus. To have a weapon, tool, or armor forged by these mystics is a great honor, and one rarely afforded to the Nobles who would rarely use them anyway. The virtues of the Mysitcs are Wisdom, Agency, and Compassion, as there is no use worrying about a present or future we have the knowledge and power to change.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’ll probably continue living, you know how it is. Wanna start an rp?*
*Sure, but I don't know if my schools blocking system will turn on today so it might be a bit before it eturn if it does* *Who ya want?*
*Nah, I do hope that it doesn’t work how it normally does though. I don’t have any specific preference, do you?*
*No, I'll just do the weather gods*
Omi is sitting on a stump, staring at something in his paw
Byren is filling up his pool, panting slightly
Sam is laying in her demiplane
Evan happens to walk past, looking over to them and waving politely.
(Huh, I don’t think I’ve had any characters interact with Byrne before.)
A tear in space appears and Rag pulls himself through, closing the tear with his bare hands, “Sorry.”
He waves back, smiling weakly.
(Summer Lion God twink boy)
"Hey, Rag." Sam waves without sitting up.
He tilts his head, concerned, “Are you okay Omi?”
(Hmm, does he like dogs? Or Australians?)
He chuckles, lying down next to them, “I was hoping I’d find you here.”
"Yeah, just... thinking.."
(yes)
"I'm glad you're here, it was starting to get lonely."
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*I want: A polycule involving a predator and the two main animals he preys on.*
*Kinda like legoshi, louis and haru. (bear in mind, i've never watched beastars, but my Pinterest somehow gets plenty of art of it)*
*if anybody's interested, lmk, if not, i'll drop it*
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*I want: A polycule involving a predator and the two main animals he preys on.*
*Kinda like legoshi, louis and haru. (bear in mind, i've never watched beastars, but my Pinterest somehow gets plenty of art of it)*
*if anybody's interested, lmk, if not, i'll drop it*
(maybe?)
*I think i'd use one of my wolves, Jack, if I played the predator, but I wouldn't care either way.*
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He scoops her up, running with her in his arms
WIS: 18
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure, we can end there.*
It continues to approach the laboratory, a raging and writhing mass of stellar flames and desiccated plant matter that barrels its way towards the metal monolith. Once it reaches the exterior wall of the facility, it melts its way through the sleek polished metal with the heat of the sun and begins searching for Tim, using its fire spells and blazing roots to reduce any that try to stop it to ash.
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)
They can make it out of the ruins before anyone can catch them, going back to the forge.
Fail. They are stuck for them both to beat down.
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.)
He tries to get her to calm down. "Ana, ana...focus on me.."
Theren just slits the curses throat, then ripping its heart out and crushing it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Any security bots of the regular variety would left as virtually nothing by merely coming close to Helianth in this state.The halls are winding, but the directions to where Tim is are easily found, mainly because his cries for help can be heard in the distance. Most traps simply are destroyed as well, leaving him heading towards the main lab.
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 up to them after opening her eyes, still trembling "S-s-s-s-...Shambler..."
"It won't die, we need to trap or destroy it's soul." She says, keeping the body held in place.
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.)
"Breath darling breath..." he says, gently holding her and stroking her hair.
Theren's tattoos glow as he plunges his hand into the spirits chest, making Mahito gasp in pain
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth tears through the facility, eventually reaching the main laboratory and tearing the doors off their hinges with its roots, the metal warping out of shape from the sheer heat around it. If it sees Tim's father, and Tim isn't close to him, it throws both the doors at him before continuing to charge. If not, it tosses the doors aside and continues to look for Tim.
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)
She tries to wipe away her tears, taking some shuttering breaths, holding onto him as tightly as she can.
She smiles cruelly at that "Killed my kids, told ya I would make ya afraid." She says, looking into theirs.
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.)
"Shhhh shhhh....its okay its okay..." he says, wiping her tears for her
The spirit gargles on his own blood as theren exorcised him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She leans against them, slowly but steadily calming back down.
She lets Theren handle it, considering she can't help much more than what Theren's already doing.
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.)
"There you go, there you go..." he whispers soothingly
Theren removes his bloody hand, grimly smiling
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She eventually goes back to breathing normally, calm again.
"That's one less curse on the face of the planet. Thanks Theren." She readies an action, just in case.
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.)
He cups her face. "Are you better now?"
Theren nods, still smilings grimly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Strugel clans have four main categories, each identified by the color of their dyes and their physiques, as they have vastly different roles on Honkachu. Each color also has a set of virtues that each member must follow to be a "good citizen." The clans are as follows, from least to greatest:*
*White/Blue: Brutes. These strugels are typically in charge of farming, digging, and enforcement, as they or their ancestors committed a "grave offense" and are "undeserving" of more expressive jobs. They are tough beyond belief and, in the event that Honkachu has to fight, these folks are going out to the front lines and most likely coming back. They either have no dyes at all or, in the case of more elite "Brutes," have blue dyes (ground from the feathers of Frer-Awk, which are vulture-like birds native to Honkachu) in their fur, the only pigment they are allowed to own.
The virtues of the Brutes are Loyalty, Hope, and Stoicism, as one day they may be allowed to go up a caste if they stick together and endure.*
*Pink/Purple: Craftsmen. These strugels are the most common, and are considered the baseline for their society. They work the machines day in and day out, keeping everything in order. They cook, they clean, they build, and most importantly, they invent. Those with pink dyes must defer to elders with purple dyes, and all their inventions are credited to their clan, not themselves. They tend to be more lithe than other strugels, often with thinner, quicker paws as well.
The virtues of the Craftsmen are Fear, Creativity, and Enthusiasm, as the world we live in is brutal and cold, and we must face it with all our might and minds.*
*Silver/Gold: Nobles. These strugels are the ruling class, and are usually the only ones to own businesses that deal with other races on a regular basis. They are usually the fattest, craftiest strugels, and many of them have very impure bloodlines. The thing that makes a Noble strugel is that they have the position, no matter what they had to do to earn it. They invent as well, but they rarely deal with machines directly. Gold strugels are typically taught to be agoraphobic as soon as they can walk, while Silver strugels are usually taught to be misanthropic at around the same time.*
*The virtues of the Nobility are Control, Deceit, and Thriftiness, as one must be willing to make sacrifices in the veins of truth and love in order to keep society running in this dark world.*
*Orange/Red: Mystics. These strugels are separated from society, and are often the victims of rumor and black propaganda from the Noble stugels in an attempt to keep them in check. Mystics are raised with devotion to the god of strugels, the forge, and the hearth, Volstadt, and spend most of their lives on Honkachu Mountain. They have thinner fur, stronger muscles, and higher tolerance to heat than to cold. They are nearly exempt from any sort of fear or tyranny, and they dye themselves with colors that demonstrate strength and passion more for fun than for identification. They rarely interact with the majority of Honkachu except to give assistance from either their gods or the history they keep endless records of, inscribed in snailsteel damascus. To have a weapon, tool, or armor forged by these mystics is a great honor, and one rarely afforded to the Nobles who would rarely use them anyway.
The virtues of the Mysitcs are Wisdom, Agency, and Compassion, as there is no use worrying about a present or future we have the knowledge and power to change.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah, just... thinking.."
(yes)
"I'm glad you're here, it was starting to get lonely."
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*if anybody's interested, lmk, if not, i'll drop it*
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
(maybe?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
*I think i'd use one of my wolves, Jack, if I played the predator, but I wouldn't care either way.*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Okay... Wind told me you were looking for me?"
Jack walks over after his Blink Dog, who's tag says 'Max' walks over to them.
"Of course, I wouldn't want you to be alone."
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.)