She is silent for a moment. "What I think it might be- what I really, really, hope it isn't- is... well, is her Void Shard. It was the source of her power- a stolen piece of an Elder Evil's soul, she told me- and it's how she intended to... 'continue her legacy', as she put it. If that is what's going on, then unless it's removed, it will continue to grow until... well, I'd die, and then lose my sanity, and then my soul, and... I don't know what happens after that, other than that it would utterly destroy me as I am now..." She seems distraught at the very thought of that, desperately wanting it not to be true.
"I'd be lying if I said you telling me about is wasn't one of the reasons." She simply responds, flipping through a few pages of her book.
*Don't be sorry.*
She holds out both of her hands to put onto their shoulders, pulling them into a tight hug, "That won't happen. Maybe you can purify your own soul, without my help. Or maybe you can somehow tame the piece, make sure it ain't gonna cause ya no trouble 'er nothin'?" She asks, deeply worried about the thought as well, rubbing their back and using a comforting tone, attempting to make them feel better.
He leans over to see what they are reading about specifically, providing insights from someone's who's actually fought most of the creatures, outside of some of the Elder Dragons "Happy I could help you along then, I learned from my uncle and parents, I'd be happy to teach you every little thing I know, and hunt with you, if you'd want."
"Hopefully I can, but... in case I can't, we should find some way to remove or destroy it in case it gets out of control. The last thing I want is for people to get hurt by whatever it tries to make me into." She leans into the hug, on the verge of tears. "Mom, promise me... promise me that if this doesn't work, if it takes control... that you won't hesitate to kill it. Don't try to save any part of me there may be left, just... keep it from hurting anyone else... okay?"
She thinks for a moment, before eventually deciding. "Sure, I'd be happy to at least give it a try. Though, I probably won't be hunting anything like that for a long while." She says, gesturing to the Rathalos carcass.
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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)
"Hopefully I can, but... in case I can't, we should find some way to remove or destroy it in case it gets out of control. The last thing I want is for people to get hurt by whatever it tries to make me into." She leans into the hug, on the verge of tears. "Mom, promise me... promise me that if this doesn't work, if it takes control... that you won't hesitate to kill it. Don't try to save any part of me there may be left, just... keep it from hurting anyone else... okay?"
She thinks for a moment, before eventually deciding. "Sure, I'd be happy to at least give it a try. Though, I probably won't be hunting anything like that for a long while." She says, gesturing to the Rathalos carcass.
She looks to their face, using a single clawed finger to wipe away their tears as she looks deeply into their eyes. "Sweetheart, I could never promise ya that, no matter what, I wish I could, but I love ya too much." She says, putting her forehead to theirs, breathing and attempting to comfort them.
"Cool, and don't worry, I know the perfect monster for us to hunt, and it's not nearly as strong as that Rathalos. Maybe we can hunt a Rathian after a few hunts." He says, leaning in and wrapping an arm around them, like a friend, smiling brightly, "Have you decided on what weapon you 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.'
"Y-you didn't have to do all that.." he mumbles, trying to sit up
"Of course I did, I didn't do it because I had to." She helps them sit up, "Don't worry, Festus kept me company."
*Huh. Just took a little test for school. Turns out im a a Visual-ESFP (Extroverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving) Learner*
Leo nods, looking for some clothes to change out of his pjs into
*Cool, I didn't do the test for that, but I'm INTP, don't know what kind of Learner I am.*
There is a pile of folded clothes next to the bed, including the clothes he was wearing before he went to sleep. She stands up, "Do you need anything else?"
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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.'
"Y-you didn't have to do all that.." he mumbles, trying to sit up
"Of course I did, I didn't do it because I had to." She helps them sit up, "Don't worry, Festus kept me company."
*Huh. Just took a little test for school. Turns out im a a Visual-ESFP (Extroverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving) Learner*
Leo nods, looking for some clothes to change out of his pjs into
*Cool, I didn't do the test for that, but I'm INTP, don't know what kind of Learner I am.*
There is a pile of folded clothes next to the bed, including the clothes he was wearing before he went to sleep. She stands up, "Do you need anything else?"
"Wanna relax for a bit? I wanna read for a bit."
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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.
"Hopefully I can, but... in case I can't, we should find some way to remove or destroy it in case it gets out of control. The last thing I want is for people to get hurt by whatever it tries to make me into." She leans into the hug, on the verge of tears. "Mom, promise me... promise me that if this doesn't work, if it takes control... that you won't hesitate to kill it. Don't try to save any part of me there may be left, just... keep it from hurting anyone else... okay?"
She thinks for a moment, before eventually deciding. "Sure, I'd be happy to at least give it a try. Though, I probably won't be hunting anything like that for a long while." She says, gesturing to the Rathalos carcass.
She looks to their face, using a single clawed finger to wipe away their tears as she looks deeply into their eyes. "Sweetheart, I could never promise ya that, no matter what, I wish I could, but I love ya too much." She says, putting her forehead to theirs, breathing and attempting to comfort them.
"Cool, and don't worry, I know the perfect monster for us to hunt, and it's not nearly as strong as that Rathalos. Maybe we can hunt a Rathian after a few hunts." He says, leaning in and wrapping an arm around them, like a friend, smiling brightly, "Have you decided on what weapon you want?"
"...Okay. Then we'll find a way to fix this- I'm certain there's a way to fix this." She says, quietly crying in their arms. She's abnormally cold to the touch.
She thinks for a bit, looking through the book to help her decide. "I think I'm going to go with... the Gunlance, I think. Sounds really cool from what I've read."
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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)
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
He pants a bit. "I...ah..alright."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I cleaned up the forge, washed all of your tools, cleaned all of your clothes, and a few other things."
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.)
"Y-you didn't have to do all that.." he mumbles, trying to sit up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Of course I did, I didn't do it because I had to." She helps them sit up, "Don't worry, Festus kept me company."
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.)
"Hopefully I can, but... in case I can't, we should find some way to remove or destroy it in case it gets out of control. The last thing I want is for people to get hurt by whatever it tries to make me into." She leans into the hug, on the verge of tears. "Mom, promise me... promise me that if this doesn't work, if it takes control... that you won't hesitate to kill it. Don't try to save any part of me there may be left, just... keep it from hurting anyone else... okay?"
She thinks for a moment, before eventually deciding. "Sure, I'd be happy to at least give it a try. Though, I probably won't be hunting anything like that for a long while." She says, gesturing to the Rathalos carcass.
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)
*Huh. Just took a little test for school. Turns out im a a Visual-ESFP (Extroverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving) Learner*
Leo nods, looking for some clothes to change out of his pjs into
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*A dragon... of Flavor!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks to their face, using a single clawed finger to wipe away their tears as she looks deeply into their eyes. "Sweetheart, I could never promise ya that, no matter what, I wish I could, but I love ya too much." She says, putting her forehead to theirs, breathing and attempting to comfort them.
"Cool, and don't worry, I know the perfect monster for us to hunt, and it's not nearly as strong as that Rathalos. Maybe we can hunt a Rathian after a few hunts." He says, leaning in and wrapping an arm around them, like a friend, smiling brightly, "Have you decided on what weapon you 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.)
*Cool, I didn't do the test for that, but I'm INTP, don't know what kind of Learner I am.*
There is a pile of folded clothes next to the bed, including the clothes he was wearing before he went to sleep. She stands up, "Do you need anything else?"
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.)
"Wanna relax for a bit? I wanna read for a bit."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Of course, I've worked out, I don't have to go adventuring anymore, I'd love to."
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 sets up a nice spot on the couch, blanket and everything
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She lays down on top of them, not weighing too much as to not crush 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.)
*did Mauric go with him?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He wraps her in a blanket and rapidly kisses her face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...Okay. Then we'll find a way to fix this- I'm certain there's a way to fix this." She says, quietly crying in their arms. She's abnormally cold to the touch.
She thinks for a bit, looking through the book to help her decide. "I think I'm going to go with... the Gunlance, I think. Sounds really cool from what I've read."
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)
*Sure*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(aight i'm back :D)
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
She giggles happily, smiling brightly and returning the kisses in full.
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 eventually stops, placing his chin on her shoulder as he reads
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.